A witness
He appeared one day as she worked in the backyard. Yanking the crowbar from between two pieces of wood, she glanced down toward the growing pile of scraps and t...
He appeared one day as she worked in the backyard. Yanking the crowbar from between two pieces of wood, she glanced down toward the growing pile of scraps and t...
The handwritten dedication at the start of the journal elicits hope, love, and tenderness. Who is this “fearless and awesome” Alexandra daughter? Did she share ...
This story came to me after a visit to the cemetery near my house. I saw the name “Olander” on a headstone, and I knew that it would show up in a story soon! Ol...