Dylan K
When I first met Dylan, I saw her for 32 milliseconds. She spoke no words, dashing away from the hot seat, which meant I was going to deal with her two brothers first. She’s a triplet. Dylan had a hooded sweatshirt on and pulled over her head, in June. Looking back, I can now see […]
Anslee
Anslee is a vibe unto herself, a reflective medley of her upbringing. The day we met, her thick curly mane of hair was pulled back in perfectly symmetrical braids. I remember a ringer-style tee shirt with a garment washed look.
Jason
It’s the Green wave or Bust. Fortunately, I’ll be visiting one of my favorite pupils on the French Quarter for some hot beignets.
