The Gardener

The threat of corporal punishment was real. Legos, Star Wars, Hot Wheels cars and tracks littered the floor during playtime. I’m sure some of those Hot Wheels tracks still remain hidden around my childhood home. Childhood stories told, in my mom’s presence of course, just loud enough for all to hear. I love to watch […]

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This Old House

By Joy R. Wilson Parrish There is a crack in the plaster that starts in the corner up there at the ceiling (where the fairy lights used to hang). I trace its travels with my thumb as it meanders down along the edge of the Mississippi where New Orleans and Lake Michigan connect and watch it  turn near the hand […]

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