To Everything There Is a Season
The five puppies were born on our property five weeks ago to a stray dog with a black muzzle and ears like a dingo. She birthed them in a hollow of mud tucked between a dry creek bed and the
A Window of Borrowed Time
During the wedding reception, I stand in a corner of the room in my cinnamon-colored bridesmaid dress, remembering how everything used to be, trying to comprehend how much everything has changed. I met the bride, Madison, my freshman year in