by Valorie Quesenberry | Dec 13, 2017 | angels, Christmas, December, lodge, short story, trees, widow, Yellowstone National Park
I never dreamed I would spend Christmas Eve away from my native Midwestern roots, without the comfort of family and familiar foods. But, then I never dreamed I would be a widow at age 29 either. But both are true. And now, by the generosity of a fellow teacher, I am...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Dec 2, 2017 | boots, Christmas, December, short story, trees
It was going to be a glorious Christmas vacation. Mara could feel it deep inside. Everything from the planning stage on had gone perfectly. And when she had stepped out of the SUV and glimpsed the clapboard cottage framed by fir trees draped with glistening snow, she...
