The hot cocoa stand

A few weeks ago, I drove home through crisp evening air, cold biting fingers. Trees danced alive with flaming leaves, ground scattered with ruby and rust. Several blocks from my house, I spotted two older boys flagging cars from a corner across from the neighborhood...

What’s inside

This afternoon, and every Sunday afternoon for the next two months, we will welcome friends from church into our home. But before they enter, we will have done everything we can to erase any sign that actual trash-making, marker-using, crumb-spilling people live here....

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