by Mari Davis
Trike Event 2023 loom
I peered through the storm door to see my teenager in the driver’s seat of the van and quickly shuffled through the yard to move the trike from behind her. I knelt to pick it up, but the damage had already been done. It was in two big pieces; a shard of pink plastic near it, too.
I cleared the ruins from the driveway and walked around to her door. The window came down and she w…
