With the fuzzy, blue blanket in my arms, I stepped onto the lighted, back porch and into a barrage of swarming June bugs. Several brown bugs lost their spiky legs that hot summer night in Phoenix as I raced to the swing set, ripping them from the blanket. Barry stopped playing tug of war with …
Gritty Sandwiches
Before almost dying in the desert, my family almost died in a dry riverbed. 1968 Our gray Volkswagen wouldn't move. Dad and my brother, Barry, tried to dig sand away from the tires while I sat in the backseat. Mom held my baby brother, Stephen in the front seat. A hot breeze blew through the windows, …
Phyllis A. Still 