Your writing voice always blows me away, Hive account@agmoore. But this one really took me down. You brought such authenticity and raw beauty to the storytelling here. I kept copying passages and thinking, "this is one I must absolutely highlight and comment on." And then there would be another stunning passage.

I mean, this...

She was right, of course. The grass on the front yard often grew quite long. It stayed that way until my brother cut it with a scythe. We must have looked like pond people, with our miss-matched, miss-sized clothing, as we approached their car through the overgrown yard.

How do we teach writers to bring us into their stories in the unabashed, soul-bearing way you did here?

Well, I'm a fan girl, I guess. But you knew that!