Shooting Pains
I clattered around the kitchen to the washboard beat of a Johnny Cash playlist, scratching crusted butternut squash soup and quesadilla remains from a pile of pots and skillets. The stains from […]
I clattered around the kitchen to the washboard beat of a Johnny Cash playlist, scratching crusted butternut squash soup and quesadilla remains from a pile of pots and skillets. The stains from […]
I keep a well-worn pocket-sized Spanish hymnbook in my nightstand for those warm, restless nights. When the peepers and crickets play a chorus as sweet and fuzzy and tender as […]