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

back from him, placing them carefully into the grocery bag.

The sun was setting by the time I got back to Oakhaven, the light turning the color of old cider behind the barn.

I walked out to the garden, where the dry tomato vines were still tied to their wooden stakes with strips of old cotton sheeting.

The soil was cold beneath my shoes, the gray dirt continue reading …