Always welcome, Always loved
finding the wordsIn dense, Hemingway fog and nerve-racking school traffic, Etta Rose asked for a drive-thru biscuit. So I swerved into the left lane and weaved through a mile of construction, only to hear her say, “I changed my mind.” I felt a Donald Duck, feathers-flying mommy fit coming on. She knew I was mad. We didn’t […]
