Sparrows Always Fly Starwards

We live in a small town, where old wives sit and gossip on the porch, and the corn stalks sway in the Tennessee whiskey wind. I’m out picking cornflowers with Clara Sweetwaters, the town homecoming queen, but secretly as big a nerd as I am. Where I am curves, she is petite and doll-like, asContinue reading “Sparrows Always Fly Starwards”