Mrs. Loggins taught English at a high school in rural North Carolina where I grew up. If she had stood on her tiptoes, she might have barely stretched past the five-feet mark on a door jamb. She was pleasingly plump and wore her dark hair in a cute pixie cut. As one of the younger teachers, she connected well with 16-year-olds. I had the luck and privilege of being one of her tenth-grade students.
The Long and Short of a T-shirt
🌿🌴🌿🌴🌿 O n a trip to Utah years ago, I bought a rust-colored, long-sleeved T-shirt. On the front are images of rocks and the names of ...
