The Importance of Sunday Dinner

Her mouth drew tight as she eased back into her wheelchair. The blue vinyl creaked a little, just like her brittle bones as she transitioned back into sitting. Her face relaxed and she continued her stories about her husband. Gone for a few decades, yet, by the glint in her eye, it seemed as if he could be waiting for her in her hospital room. I hear a lot of stories about days gone by when I [Read more...]