I remember the day Dean and I found this gem. A ninety-two-year-old farmhouse out of a fairytale novel, me round with Sarah soon to make us three. We signed, moved in, and soon enough these old
“Do you still think of her?” Alyson’s words were soft, their tender touch relaxing to Robert. He continued to fidget, his fingers juggling the same emptiness that had filled his thoughts.
She read the note and crumpled it in her hand. “Keep living,” two words scrawled in sloppy penmanship. So much for that. Picking up her backpack, she exited the filthy abode and headed for the
I traveled on a frozen lake towards a lonely mountain. The wind cutting me to the bone. When I arrived a portal awaited, a gateway unlike any I had ever seen. I hesitated but stepped through. Down
Our Millie – A Catfish Tale In which we meet Cousin Martha from the City, battle the monster of the creek, and learn a lesson from Pa about bein’ kind. Our Millie used to say that life