
THE SCENE Mom smeared the cream cheese onto the shiny black date and offered it to me. I looked up at her, the way only a stubborn seven year-old can, and shook my head slowly. "Try it, you'll like it," she urged, popping one in her mouth herself. It looks like a roach, I thought. I watched her chew. "When is dinner?" "Not for a few more hours," she replied. I wouldn't budge. There was no way I was going to eat the cream cheese date. My stomach growled. I chewed my nails. … [Read more...]

























