THE LIES I TELL AND SECRETS I KEEP

I smile and wonder if GeeMa is with me in spirit. It has been seven years, yet nothing had changed. The road home is long, winding, and lined with honeysuckle trees. The scent is as relaxing as the ride home. The houses with manicured lawns, people conversing on a front porch, children riding their bikes,Continue reading “THE LIES I TELL AND SECRETS I KEEP”