Ava pulled up in her navy blue pick-up truck with her 13-year-old niece, Nora, in the passenger seat. “It looks haunted,” Nora said, taking out her phone and wiping off the camera lens. The car cranked to a stop, as Ava tossed a tuft of her gray and black dreadlocks out of her eyes and put… Continue reading Snow Angel, Part 1.
No one ever sees him, but everyone receives his gifts.
The friendships that shape us, and the power of kindness through time.