Is That a Lot?

To have no concept—of time, of money—it’s a magical state. I can barely remember it myself. Like Marty McFly’s family photo: still there, but fading fast. “I got a gumball. It was twenty-five dollars,” Evelyn said, dead serious. “Twenty-five dollars?” I asked. She’d just returned from the bank’s gumball machine—the holy grail for a five-year-old—updatingContinue reading “Is That a Lot?”

I Wanna Float with Somebody

“Can we come back in an hour for the dance party?” The question—coming from pint-sized Evelyn, Oreo ice cream remnants smattered on her face—made me chuckle. After saying sure, I turned to Dave and said, “I expected that question in another ten years.” We’re in LaGrange, Georgia, staying at the Great Wolf Lodge. Just eighteenContinue reading “I Wanna Float with Somebody”