The rosy cheeks and perfect soft texture of the ripe peach begged me to bite into it. I rubbed off as much of the peach fuzz as I could under the running water. Then sliced off a chunk of the golden fruit. I crushed the peach’s soft flesh between my teeth and tongue to extract … More Peach Season
November and December flew by for me. I spent a large portion of those two months helping a dear friend. Annie (a pseudonym) is an elderly widow with no children. She has spent all her life helping others. She has done it quietly. She has always been the definition of a true lady—gracious, kind, and … More Who Will Grieve You?