Go Tell It on the Mountain
Wind whips across the rocks, tugging and pulling at my hair, my shirt, my hat like a small child asking for something. I grip harder…
Wind whips across the rocks, tugging and pulling at my hair, my shirt, my hat like a small child asking for something. I grip harder…
There is a six-year age gap between my youngest sister and me. As children, we fought constantly, which perpetually baffled my mother. “You’re six years…