One of the reasons I don't post much here anymore is that you cannot publish something that's been published anywhere else -- even on your own little blog. And there are some pieces that I just want to be out in the world in a slightly bigger way. The essay I'm linking here is one of those, and I'm really delighted to have it up on Full Grown People.
It's called The Good Egg, and it's a story about a boy who egged my house. (More or less.)
As always, I'd be honored to have you read it.