There was water rising in the basement. Cold, dark, murky, slimy, water. Being a woman alone, a single mother, without a man, she had no idea what to do about it.
Let’s work together to keep one another on the path that leads to a happy ending!
A short and sweet story about the meaningful things we allow our children to steal from us.
Less than one week left!
Ok so I’m going to put myself out there, risk rejection, disappointment and a blank comment box staring back at me like the canvas of a painter who has lost his muse, and say hello from the other side of this medium.