My Nephew Smashed My 8000 Dollar Gibson Guitar And My Family Expected Me To Forgive Him

still swim.

I can swim. And the water, it turns out, is just fine.

I walked back toward the lakehouse. Emma’s silhouette was visible in the window above. Chosen family laughed softly somewhere inside. My guitar waited patiently by the porch rail. The music remained, steady and mine. And for the first time in a very long time, I smiled, and I meant every continue reading …