Wildflowers
Such a lovely selection of girls, Gladys thought. She could easily choose one here for her David. Or rather, David should pick somebody out. One of them…
Such a lovely selection of girls, Gladys thought. She could easily choose one here for her David. Or rather, David should pick somebody out. One of them…
My father orders black raspberry ice cream. The soft serve sits on the cone in a beautiful dark purple twist. Ick, my 7-year-old self says, greedily taking my own sprinkle-covered chocolate delight. Try it, my father says, putting the cone to my lips. I take a small…
Welcome to my corner of the internet! I’m Beti Spangel, a freelancer and late blooming author who started out wanting to be a cowgirl when I grew up. Or at least someone would could clean a mean stall. My childhood was filled with the Frontier Town, Gaslight…