There on the edge of unknown dangers was a tiny fenced garden. A four-foot square of dry earth enclosed with ramshackle posts and chicken wire. I saw potential.
There on the edge of unknown dangers was a tiny fenced garden. A four-foot square of dry earth enclosed with ramshackle posts and chicken wire. I saw potential.
My father, who’d earned a football scholarship to college, was dead-set on his children playing college sports.
I felt under pressure to produce a meal for our family of five. Not just any meal, mind you – a meal that everyone actually liked.
The Drama of Summer Storms
As the storm clouds expand and come closer, the muggy, stagnant summer air abruptly shifts as if it’s being inhaled by a giant in the sky.