The Time I Got Big Mac’d

The Time I Got Big Mac’d

Written By: Lindsay Hurty Sixth grade. I’m walking home from the bus stop…getting the mail…cars zooming by—we lived on a busy street. And I felt it. Out of nowhere. I was struck.  I looked over my right shoulder, and there, sliding down my navy Jansport backpack, was...
When You’re Girls Together

When You’re Girls Together

Written By: Lindsay Hurty Her name popped up on my phone on a Tuesday night at dinner time. As a mom of young kids, her call arrived at an inconvenient time. But this was the first time she’d ever called my cell, and the last time I saw her, a few months earlier, was...