I was in the dingy basement, bent over the dryer, wrestling with a mess of clean clothes. My mood matched the ineffectiveness of the lone light bulb ill-positioned on the wrong side of the heating duct. Laundry, like “This is the song that never ends,” is just annoying and pointless. Condemning prisoners of war to Read More
Midwest writer. Beauty seeker. Wife. Mama. Offering encouragement from the perspective of a sunflower - bask in the Sonshine and grow towards the Light.