The Deep End

Photo by Matthias Cooper on Pexels.com I think by the time you reach a certain age, you've had a few close calls with death. The first time I brushed past the Grim Reaper was when I was about seven. It was summer time and my day care center had bused us all to the community … Continue reading The Deep End →

The Lesson

Photo by Burst on Pexels.com 6:15 a.m. Better call in a sick day, Molly thought as she stared at her reflection. No amount of concealer was going to cover up that bruise. She smiled, thinking of the light-hearted responses she’d give to her coworkers if she did go in. Oh, I’m fine, but you should … Continue reading The Lesson →