by Darcy Wiley | Nov 30, 2018 | Books, Self-Talk
I tapped out the letters on my screen: “Leaving an hour late. Story of my life.” The sideways emoji with its tongue hanging out felt like the perfect icon to round out the text message. I pressed it, then hit “send” and let my friend know I was on my way to Chicago...
by Darcy Wiley | Jan 11, 2012 | Pocket Change, Sweet Tea
I have squeezed his shoulder with the Vulcan death grip. I have growled low and almost yelled out “I am Mommy, hear me roar!” I have stared him down and let him know not to cross me. All this in the middle of the grocery. He sits next to his little sister, too close...