My Trunk

As I stare at the trunk in my living room, I smirk at the irony of it all. For years I had wanted a trunk; an old-fashioned leather ones with the buckles. My step-mom had a beautiful trunk she'd restored in her living room, and I coveted it every time I visited. Finally, as a newlywed, I... Continue Reading →


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