To the Lighthouse and Other Stories of the Heart (Part Three)

I handed in my essay on To the Lighthouse on Friday morning and spent the afternoon fretting over what I was going to wear that night. As I doubted every plaid shirt I owned, Emma knocked on my open door.  "Hey," she said, standing in the hallway. "Hi," I said, holding two near identical flannel … Continue reading To the Lighthouse and Other Stories of the Heart (Part Three)