WRITING

It started out innocently enough, a simple browsing trip to Barnes & Noble where my ten year old could also pick up her summer reading journal sheet. Faith, her brothers, and I wind our way through our city towards the bookstore. Even as I intentionally turn on Rangewood instead of Lexington – one street further away from the gymnastics center – Faith isn’t  fooled. Sure enough, she knows right where we are and asks with a sigh, “Mama? Isn’t this the way to gymnastics?” I reply “Well, it’s one way there.” I glance into the rear view mirror and see her turn towards the…