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

of the bulb crinkled under my thumb.

The sound of tires on the gravel driveway made me pause with my hand still in the dirt.

Clara’s small gray sedan pulled up to the edge of the lawn, its tailpipe releasing a thin plume of white exhaust into the cold air.

She shut off the engine and sat in the driver’s seat for a brief moment before continue reading …