Is This As Good As It Gets?
Dappled patches of afternoon sunlight pierced through the arching limbs of the old cottonwood tree. The shade gave little relief from the July heat. Decades ago, an arm of the tree was broken off in a storm. I run my finger across the rings and try to count the years....Marriage and the Definition of Real Romance
One ordinary day, I trudged down the stairs from making beds and gathering laundry. I walked past day-old dirty dishes stacked on the kitchen counter while exhaling a not-so-quiet sigh. The sigh that weary mommas everywhere know too well. That’s when I overheard...
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