She would move her hairbrush around, or maybe her calendar, notebook, pen or cup of chipped ice, and that was about it. My heart broke for her, but I felt I had to stay strong. I truly believed she would be getting out of the hospital at some point. My husband saw the need to...
One hot summer evening while Grandma and the aunts were up at the barn stringing ‘baccer, Tana decided to play a practical joke on them. She smeared ketchup all over my little six-year-old body and carried me in her arms up to the barn, screaming that I’d been hurt. The aunts ca...