Fork them, I don’t like them.
Introduction “She holds her fork like this,” Annie explained to me as she bear-gripped the fork in her small, almost 9-year-old hand. “And, she pretends to talk like she is a princess.” We were sitting in a booth at our favorite pub, the Laurelwood. We are in the loud room – the one with families of […]
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