Finally, it is summer, and I get to write on the deck.

My feet pick their way gingerly, for the floor is strewn with bodies. Bodies of tiny plastic warriors, along with their dismembered limbs, plastic guns, swords, knives and alien blasters. Leaving the hallway, my feet cross shark-infested carpet, where pirate ships with tall sails loom to challenge all trespassers. With a series of mighty leaps, … More Mother of Heroes