Tag Archives: Laurenne Sala

September 18

Who needs books when you have a dead chicken? by Laurenne Sala

I don’t remember much before I was three. I have flashes of imagery from preschool. Tuna casserole. Co-ed bathrooms. Puzzles. Big Bird. I don’t remember my dad leaving, and I definitely don’t recall an empty feeling when it was just me and my mom, together in a two-story house intended for a big family. My […]