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

of geraniums into the school foyer every May.

“We owe it to his memory to keep moving forward,” Harvey said, turning back to his notes.

I did not stay for the tea and cookies. I walked back through the alley behind the library, the wind pulling at my collar.

When I reached my garden, the tomato vines were black and shriveled from the first hard frost.continue reading …