The bus. Dad drove a bus. No. It was not a real bus. It was not gray or yellow nor was it filled with rows of seating. Actually, it was a Dodge Van 350 but in the eyes of a small girl and her two older brothers, it was a bus. He used that van …
Comfort
Comfort The glow of fire Your own pillow Your dog’s favorite spot The temperature of the library Laying in warm sand My best friend's laugh All the things about coffee Hearing the first note of that one song Pancakes That movie you can only watch alone Sleepytime tea Being awake for a good sunrise My …
Tenth Anniversary
The whole family shows up. The daughter with the curls, the son in the sweatpants, the wife with the thin hair and tired eyes, and his sister because she’s in town. They’re all there. The room smells like coffee and the air is thick and warm with a kind of love only those in the …
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