The Dinner Debates

We slid into Dad’s truck, continuing the strangest evening of my twelve-year-old life. Mom scooted past the plans and papers to the middle seat and wiped at her skirt, fussing about all the red dirt and dust. As for me, I’d managed to pass under her radar in a semi-wrinkled collared shirt and a pair of jeans that... Continue Reading →

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