This Little Light of Mine

The garage door opened and she watched as her husband walked through the living room carrying a ladder.  She stopped him, calling out, “Honey—uhm—what are you doing?” He paused.  “Taking down the holiday cheer.” “Oh good,” she smiled.  “It’s January 11, after all.” He didn’t smile.  “We’ve been getting some complaints from the Homeowners’ AssociationContinue reading “This Little Light of Mine”