I don’t know your name. I only know what you did. Rocketed a baseball from your hand or bat and smashed my windshield. Then you left. Left without a note. Left cracked glass that mars my vision. All I can see now is brokenness. I know you probably didn’t do it on purpose. You probably […]
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It’s a long line at Panera. I glance up at the menu. Ah- there it is. The Strawberry Poppyseed & Chicken salad. I can taste it already. I was ordering two to go. One for me, and one for my friend Kristin who had graciously let my son play with her son for 3 days
“Come, quickly!” I follow my mother-in-law out her back door in Wisconsin to a neighboring patio. On a table sits a cactus, bursting with glorious light pink blooms. “It only blooms for one day,” she explains. “How incredible that we happened to be here for this one day!” I peer into the delicate centers framed with