I let my book drop from my hand to my lap: I’m too tired to read. Instead, I let my thoughts wander lazily around my mind. My eyes roam around the room.
We’re at a homeschool conference. It’s time for the introductions session. I’ve slipped away from the hall. So has my husband Andy. As I hurry along the path, I see him ahead
When I regained consciousness, I discovered I was lying in a pool of blood. As I was unable to get up, I shouted for Andy. It took several attempts before he woke