It’s always such a tiny box, thrown in at the last minute. You hardly pay attention to it and never read its infinite wording. Because it never matters. Nothing…
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The letterbox had always been there. In the middle of the field. It seemed awfully strange, it being here without a house or a driveway. But maybe not stranger than…
The birthday boy turned 2. He went to the park, he was blessed at church, he received presents, he ate cake, and he played. The shelter begrudgingly let me adopt…
Her father loved his plants. He mostly grew roses, but when retirement forced him out of his home–the one with the yard for all his rose bushes–he turned to geraniums.…