At Christmas Dinner, My Daughter Tried To Take My Home Until I Opened …

and I will not be erased. I looked out the window at my garden. The roses were starting to fade as the season changed, but the roots were deep. The roots were strong and just like those roses, I wasn’t going anywhere.

Not today, not tomorrow, not until I was good and ready. I closed the notebook and placed it firmly in the center of the table. It was continue reading …