She always knew like magic when we arrived. Flinging open her door and arms in welcome with kisses sweet as gingerbread. It was always a treat when to Grandmother’s house we went. Her kitchen warmed by sun by stove by love was always ready to feed the body and soul. HerContinue reading “To Grandmother’s House”
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Papa’s Curse
In my last post, I talked about brainstorming for a writing contest. I wasn’t chosen as one of the winners, so I thought I’d share the story I came up with here instead. Enjoy!
