Last Paragraph from The Snow Clown
Sometimes things change. I want to go back to St. Michael to teach Charlene’s kids to juggle. I want to eat spam and paint Eskimo masks on kids’ faces. I want to write a play about breaking the silence, or help Charlene write a play for the whole village, telling even more secrets. But they might not need me now. Dougie and Barnsie might already be there, making a show with every kid in … Read More