My Hope is Built: Summerville (Part Five)

Ms. Moses puttered around the house until the sun was up.   She didn’t sleep well these days and her shoulders slumped with the weight of it.  She stopped and leaned on the broom handle to wipe her face with the hankie hanging loosely from her pocket.  There was no task big or small that didn’t … Continue reading My Hope is Built: Summerville (Part Five)