Stephani Eaton, photo by Tanya OdomBy
Stephani Eatonfor
Cynthia Leitich Smith's
CynsationsWhen I was in second grade, I wrote a poem about an impending storm that pleased my dad so much that he hung it in his office. It stayed there for years.
I recently asked if he remembered what it said and he rattled off: “This dark and rainy noon will soon pass the sunset of time.”
I had to laugh at the melodrama of my seven-year-old self. Laughed and said, “What on earth does that mean?”
He defended my fir...
Published on September 24, 2018 05:52