The woman across from me is reading aloud with her daughter, so as not to lose her native tongue ( Read more... )

Today, at Firehouse Coffee Co., I found myself having to assure Joshua that he was indeed twenty-two. I realized that for the first time in a long time I don't have to question my age that often, because I know that I'm not a teenager, but I'm not twenty-one. It's an easy age to remember ( Read more... )