“Say, Ana,” Lyn says. “Give me a word for ordinary.”  “Why?”  “Just do it.”  We are tucked under our seatbelts, en route to Williams, Pennsylvania. My feet graze the floor; Lyn’s feet do not. She is shorter than me and likes to fog the car glass with her breath. She thinks it is unique and… Read More “Collector of Words” by Cathleen Balid