By Jill Bialosky
If someone was kind enough to take us driving out to the long roadsthat veered away from cornfields to the farms, pig roasts & parties
By John Wray, Illustrations by Michael Byers
“I have to do the wee,” announced the child.
“You have to make a wee,” her mother said. “And I asked you before we got in the car, remember? It’s too late for that now. You can go at the gym.”
“I have to do the wee,” the child repeated.
By David Tomas Martinez
Picture if you will Tony Hoaglandand me, he in his Donkey Gospelhat and me wearing my Hustle ring,in his car patched with silver ducttape and sagging passenger mirrorsdiscussing vehicles as metaphors