I grew up in a neighborhood where many of the row houses, up and down the street, contained little girls around my age. We raced in and out of each other’s homes and my mother and my friends’ mothers mothered us all.

When I read an article in a magazine about someone else’s magical childhood I thought it was high time I paid tribute to that pack of childhood friends and their ever-generous moms. The result was Come On, Rain!.

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