My Grandfather Asked Why I Was Walking With My Baby

pulled away, I looked back through the rear window.

The bicycle stood tilted in the snow.

Rusty frame. Flat tire. Bent basket.

That bicycle had become my life.

Given just enough to move, never enough to escape.

My husband, Daniel, was overseas with the Army. While he was deployed, I had been staying with my parents and younger sister, Lauren, in the house continue reading …