The Quiet Presence That Saved My Family Home in Autumn

spoonfuls of chamomile tea into the small metal strainer, watching the dried yellow flowers spill against the wire mesh.

Had Gregory already left his office on Fourth Street for the last time?

I poured the boiling water into the mug, watching the steam rise in a slow, twisting column that caught the yellow sunlight.

The water turned a pale, transparent continue reading …