She listlessly walked down the weather oak staircase, her eyes slowly perusing the pictures on the wall. She stopped at the one in the silver

the door is ajar so avoiding a creek will be easy. You peer into the room lit up with cool blue from the nightlight. Glancing

I’m a girl mom. And while that may not indicate anything to some people, to fellow girl moms (and boy moms!) of young kids between

You think that it’s just a shadow. Just a few dark blobs here and there. Then your silhouette arrives.     Suddenly, you realize it’s