Bloom where you are planted by Deanna Duncan
“Mom, are you with Dad?” Pretty girl asks through the phone. My momma’s heart stops for a moment. This could be really really good or something else. I motion to…
“Mom, are you with Dad?” Pretty girl asks through the phone. My momma’s heart stops for a moment. This could be really really good or something else. I motion to…
It’s a quiet morning with a major chill in the air this week before Thanksgiving. I can see the frost on the lawn from my window and feel the tug…