Sour Cherries, Manila Mangoes, and Childhood Summers
I tiptoed precariously to reach the bright red cherries at the top of the tree. I glanced around and saw Dennis picking cherries effortlessly. “It pays to be tall, doesn’t it?” He teased and flashed an impish smile at me. “Sure, it does. But only when picking cherries.” I rebutted. It was a glorious Sunday. Hot…Read more