Bright Blessed Day, Dark Sacred Night
To my dismay, I found I had high blood pressure shortly after I retired as an elementary school principal at the age of sixty-three.
A sharp pitch pulled me from my sleep. I sat erect and turned to the small crib nestled beneath the window beside me.
Speaking to George
Grace noticed the girl’s fingers first, stubby with chewed nails that looked sore.
I often wonder about what happened to old friends or acquaintances. What was their story?