One day in class I handed my third graders a bunch of those little paper cards with all sorts of different colors you can pick up in paint stores. Oftentimes, these cards have fancy names written on them like ocean mist ordesert sunset.

I asked my kids to write their own names for the color samples. Their new names were pretty darling: green became Four Leaf Clover; orange turned into Rusty Bicycle; red was Sunburn; black became Burned Hotdog. And pink – Mom’s LipstickContinue reading → 
Phillip Done
An American in Budapest

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