I had a feeling in my gut that we shouldn’t have been playing with a ball in that room. Grandma Steinbacher’s fancy living room was not a place for rough-housing with its uncomfortable furniture and crystal chandelier. I was sure, although the rest of their farmhouse looked a lot like mine, this … [Read more...] about Of Scales and Chandeliers
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Joy Thief #2
He didn’t ride a horse every day. But he wore jeans and cowboy boots all the time. On the rare occasion that he did saddle up our old horse Sugar, my dad was impressive. Especially to Peggy, my neighbor. Both four years old, she was then my only friend who wasn’t related to me. So her opinion … [Read more...] about Joy Thief #2