Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

going to be awfully lonely out here with nothing but forty acres of weeds.”

“The weeds are mine, too,” I said.

He got into his truck, the engine roaring as he backed out of the turning circle, leaving the smell of diesel smoke in the damp afternoon air.

I walked back to the house, my boots sinking slightly into the soft earth of the continue reading …