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Amy Herrick

Winter 1981


By Amy Herrick

One Saturday afternoon Robin calls and says that her parents have been run over by a truck. Sarah says that she will be there in a few minutes. She bicycles […]

Winter 1985

Chicken Little

By Amy Herrick

I have noticed, my son, that your latest plot is to avoid knowing anything further about me. Who would blame you a bit—although light will take the heart, although often […]