Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

the old damage.

The deep vertical ridges that had looked like dry wood were nearly gone, pushed to the very tips where I could trim them away.

I rubbed my thumb over my index fingernail, feeling the smooth surface.

The daily little round pill from Dr. Sullivan had done what all the creams and iron supplements could not.

Well now, it was a strange thing continue reading …