The morning second trimester grades came alive on power school for both students and parents to see I missed our youngest daughter’s call. I had been praying.
I called her back on completing my meditation.
She was not pleased with the results, needed to talk, but her break was over and she
Arriving home and seeing my mother’s care still absent, I breathed a sigh of relief.
We had returned home before her.
I greatly doubted
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Edward P. Jones’, An Orange Line Train to Ballston, is about lost opportunities, how they come to pass and what occurs when one abandons possibilities, or more importantly how we can react in having allowed them to pass by. Each day Marvella Watkins, her daughter Avis, and Marvella’s two sons, Marcus and Marvin, ride the […]