
THE SCENE: A thick strand of ooze connected my spoon to the serving bowl. I wiped it up quickly, before mounding the spiced okra onto Ava's plate. She looked at the dark green mountain. She looked at me, shook her head, and signed for more fish. This wasn't going to be easy. "Try the okra, Ava," I said, cloaking my desperation with a cheerful voice. "Okra. Okra." I repeated, slowly. I pointed to the plate and smiled. "Try it!" We watched her. We waited. Ava scrunched up her … [Read more...]

























