The Weight of It

Chapter Story - Part One Cold etched its way across the window pane, intricate snowflake drawings under a microscope, while the wind and snow whipped and whirled outside. The winter-art spread, similar to salt dispersing watercolor on a canvas, as I traced my finger along its ever increasing pattern. The freezing pane stung the tip of my finger. Neither …

Different Worlds

The world was hers for the reading. - Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn I try to convey this to my children, but my boys are more concerned with the newest tech gadget than books. As an avid reader, I'm flabbergasted, but then I have to consider the fact that my children's world is substantially different than mine …