By F. D. Adkins The rumble of the tractor fills the air as I watch my handsome husband moving the dirt away from the location that will eventually be the…
by F. D. Adkins She trudges through the house and into the kitchen to find a snack. She knows it will still be a while until dinner because her parents…
Children love to ask “why,” and as parents, we know that “because I said so” or “just because” usually does not suffice as an acceptable answer to that question. Those…
By F. D. Adkins He lurks in the shadows waiting for the perfect moment. He watches. He listens. His narrow gaze fixes on her as she stares at the phone.…
I am a worrier, and I have what I refer to as “my bubble.” In my bubble, everything is under control. In my bubble, floors are clean and stainless appliances…