First Published in the Tri-Town Transcript January 21, 2015
I stared shivering at the giant sports field. It was a vast expanse of dead winter grass and snow-crusted clumps.
“Ok,” I took a deep breath. “So, when the fire drill started, you marched outside and stood in lines. Where was the fifth grade?”
My older daughter, who stood shivering next to me, took off towards a soccer goal.
“And,” I turned to my younger daughter who stood ready for her part in our historical reenactment, “where did the second grade stand?”
She marched off in the other direction so that they stood about 20 yards apart.
Somewhere, in between them, was a dangle earring approximately the color and shape of . . . a blade of grass….