Dear Daughter, The device you hold in your hand is an amazing tool. Its manifold uses are yet untold. When contemplating all the possibilities, we often say, “The...
Over the weekend, we turned the house upside down to look for Gracie’s blue spandex. She was in a volleyball tournament, and part of her uniform had seemingly...
The prison guard moved around the empty cell layering mint green paint over the graffiti-filled walls. It was part of his job. When one inmate died, and before...
