Our airline seats were three rows apart on the return flight as my son and I boarded the plane home from a much-needed weekend in San Diego. He was my last child, sixteen years of age, and I had recently signed final divorce papers. I strapped myself in as my mind began that same old […]
Lisa Droz
June 29 – Pay Dirt
My three-year-old daughter sat in the garden with me on a warm spring day as I tried to plant my rows of carrots in as straight of a line as I could. I had tilled up the rich, black dirt earlier in the morning as I anticipated yet another bountiful garden. The soil was naturally […]
