Eight years ago, we woke up to the sound of laundry detergent bottles floating into walls in the basement. We called in sick to work and waited for direction from emergency personnel that would come too many hours too late.
Shortly after our house flooded and we were living with my parents, my mom could tell I was in a funk. Let’s call it what it was. Continue reading
I am writing for the Two Writing Teachers March Challenge.
I have been waiting. And waiting. AND WAITING. It took us forever to find the house we wanted to turn into a home. Few knew we were even looking. We would venture out under the guise of going to Great Grandma and Grandpa’s house for the football game. We did do that. But we would just stop at one to five houses for sale along the way.
Karyn In The Kitchen 