Ten years ago my husband Steve and I spent the end of the year with my brother Jason and his wife Laura in Granby, Colorado. We had a great time cross-country skiing, snow shoeing, going for horse-drawn sleigh rides and tubing down the Rockies. But what I remember most is what happened on New Year’s Eve. Continue reading
No one was there when I arrived home from work one summer day but I did find a note on the kitchen table. It was written on the inside of a torn open Chun King Chicken Chow Mein box that had been taken out of the trash can. The letter, written in cursive, read:
There’s a turtle in the tub.