Friday evening, Noelle, Archie, and I were enjoying the start of our evening mile walk through the neighborhood, when I noticed the ivy growing on the side of a garage next to a funeral home. Its lustrous green leaves poked stiffly from the length of a serpentine stem, which I
by Noelle Anderson
I could get a job. But I didn’t want to. There wasn’t enough “easy money” in the world to get me into a pair of khakis with any type of enthusiasm.
You could just tell that it was picked carefully, and with love.
One early June afternoon, I got a call from my big sister. She told me that she had something to tell me, her voice growing shakier with each word. She took a breath and told me that my father was dead. The memory of that day just drifted in last