The Cookie Crumbles
MEMORY “My first memory of kindergarten,” I say to my older sister, “is sweeping out the playhouse. And the nap. And snack.” Yawning waitress sets down steamy mugs of tea. “Cookies’ll be right out.” “I don’t remember kindergarten,” sighs my sister. Nor today’s trip to the Memory Clinic, or the tissue-stuffed purse in her hand. “Would you have a Kleenex?”… Read more →