9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for April 23, 2001

Transcript:

Edda sits in an open treehouse and thinks: "Every year the snow melts, the leaves return, and I look up here and see my old treehouse... ...The sturdy retreat of my childhood, where I taught myself to question life's tacit assumptions..." Edda falls through the bottom of the treehouse. She holds onto it, dangling far above the ground.