The Dirty Eye

Annah Elizabeth1 Comment

It happened at a family reunion. On a bus tour of Valley Forge. Warren was shaking my mother’s and my aunt’s seats, playfully picking, as is his constant nature. I noticed my aunt looking over her shoulder in Warren’s direction. “Is she giving you the dirty eye?” “I think it’s ‘the evil eye,’ Annah,” he said. “That’s another one of … Read More