The dog got my bedroom before I even made it through the front door. I’d driven eleven hours through a snowstorm to spend my first Christmas without Dad, and when I finally arrived, my sister…
The snow was coming down hard by the time I hit Iowa, and my fingers were white-knuckled on the wheel. The heater barely kept up. Christmas music played softly like some kind of joke. I’d been driving for eleven hours, surviving on gas station hot dogs, and my mom had ended our phone call with … Read more