Shadow Dancer
Guest post by Alison van Schie There she sat, tightly clutching her handbag on her lap, observing life in the common area of her nursing home. Occasionally she offered an…
Guest post by Alison van Schie There she sat, tightly clutching her handbag on her lap, observing life in the common area of her nursing home. Occasionally she offered an…
I walked into my parents’ house one day, and the stand that had held at least a dozen lush plants was gone. “What happened to your plants?” I asked Mom.…