. a small MIranda story by Aimee Swartz Photo by Coso Blues The day my dad died was the longest day of the year. Usually, we counted down to this day all summer because the night seemed to last forever. On the day my dad died, Carla and I stayed inside. “Out of respect,” my [...]

. a small Miranda story by Aimee Swartz Aunt Ginny was the one who told us our dad was dead. Aunt Ginny was my dad’s older sister. She had no children, but she always had fruit chews that never went stale no matter how much time went by. Although Aunt Ginny smiled a lot and [...]

. A short Miranda story written by Aimee Swartz We played football on Thanksgiving. Lucky for us, it was always sunny, except for the blizzard that cancelled everything. We hadn’t been to school in eight days, and Mom and Dad stayed home, too. They worked for the city and all offices were shut down, not [...]

. A small Miranda story by Aimee Swartz Fridays were Fiesta Night at our house. Friday was my favorite day of the week because I also got to eat pizza for lunch at school; we never ordered pizza at home because my mom she didn’t trust people in uniform, except the clergy and that was [...]

/ A small Miranda story as written by Aimee Swartz The day we buried my father was the hottest day of the summer. I woke up with my head half wet and the covers in a ball on the floor. Carla refused to sleep with the fan because she liked either silence or love songs. [...]