Annette’s First Shoes
It’s a bitter cold December night. John drives to the party in silence while Elisabeth and I chat about a multitude of mundane things. We turn off the main street onto a snaking, narrow road and pull in behind a string of cars leading up to the house. The walkway to the house is longer than my own street, neatly lined every twelve inches with flickering tin containers designed to look like hand-cut, snowflake-laden bags, lighting the way to ..read more
A Pilgrim’s Homecoming
The storm that had blown for days quickly intensified through the night. The Mayflower, an ill-suited ship for such adverse conditions, creaked and groaned amidst the westerly gales and eight-foot seas. Dorothy barely noticed the terror in her fellow passenger’s cries. Her mind – her heart- was 2,500 nautical miles to the East, where she had left her baby John, her precious only son of just three years, and boarded this God-forsaken boat against every ounce of her will.
“The Lord deliver ..read more
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