Hard Things
Dillon’s in the street raking up pulled weeds. I step out to check in on him. And, he begins. “Dad,...
Dillon’s in the street raking up pulled weeds. I step out to check in on him. And, he begins. “Dad,...
It’s the end of the day. A long day. I’m tired. Spent. Drenched in sweat. Done. Ready to go. Shades...
Dillon grips the wheelbarrow’s wooden handles and starts to wheel away. “Too fast” I tell him. He ignores me and...
It’s hot. The ground is fissuring. It’s only 7 am and I’m already sweating. I twist the handle of the...
“They’re in the chesterdrawers” I said. “What?” Kyra asked. “They’re in the chesterdrawers” I said. “What in the world are...
