A glow from inside the fridge illuminates the room. I’m the only one awake. Pulling a half gallon of milk from the side door a sharp pain shoots up my arm. Nearly dropping the carton, my left hand springs into action and helps guide the milk safely to the counter. Scotch and Ibuprofen dull, Read More
Separated by a thousand miles, we head to church with the rest of our family. While my mother peers into the casket, we drop the boat into the river on a sunny January day. Water drips off the oars after every stroke. Tears of sadness and joy stain the faces of those in attendance., Read More