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

up slowly, holding onto the wooden post of the grape arbor until my balance returned.

The house stood behind us, its white clapboard siding looking bright against the gray October sky.

I carried the empty plastic crate back to the garage while Clara waited by her car, her keys jingling in her hand.

Clara’s new apartment was on the second floor of a brick continue reading …