“She grew up in an old house on 1 acre of decommissioned, parceled-out farmland. On her family’s lot were a vegetable garden, a swingset, and a sandbox where Mira and her brothers mapped out and modeled tiny golden domains. Playmobil figures were their pawns, plastic shovels their tools of conquest. . . . ”
I think you’ll enjoy this story, written by my daughter, about a character I call La Duchesse de la Cul de Sac Trent.
Chuck Heidel here. Father of eight, married to lovely heroic Alice over 30 years. I'm a former midlife recreational cyclist, who was hit by a motorist while out riding in August 2009. Further validating Sir Isaac Newton's notions, the score that day was: Cars: 1. Bikes: 0, and I became a C7 tetraplegic, paralyzed from the mid-chest down. Author of WheeledWords: firstname.lastname@example.org.
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Yes, possibly slightly autobiographical 😉