My Daughter Said “we Need A Break” Two Days Before Christmas

stones across the creek. He had a stubborn little grin, too.

One Saturday afternoon, six months later, I was in my garden, pulling weeds. Josie was “helping,” which meant she was mostly digging for worms.

Renee was sitting on the porch steps, drinking iced tea. Mark was there, too, helping me stake my tomato plants.

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