We Were Made for Community
Our family, for the past six months, has lived with my mother-in-law, father-in-law, and sister-in-law. They have a beautiful, bed and breakfast-style home with a cathedral ceiling and a wraparound porch that overlooks the layered land, a mix between mountains
Hello, My Name Is . . .
I heard the man before I saw him. Turning from my laptop, I glanced toward the entrance of the library. He had long, stringy hair and a face so pale and emaciated, he looked like he was already dead. His