A Simple Seven Egg Painting on a Plate Changed My Family Forever

as the wind caught it.

I dropped the brass key into my purse, zipped the compartment, and walked toward the lobby with my hands deep in my pockets.

The street outside was quiet, the gray sky hanging low over the telephone poles.

I drove home without turning on the radio.

The blue ledger from the attic was sitting on my kitchen table, its binding cracked continue reading …