The Gift of Florence’s Weakness
Maybe we needed her more than she needed us “Which should I do—become a bag lady or check myself into a mental hospital?” Florence was sitting on my front steps, her gray hair pulled into a topknot. I … Continued
Maybe we needed her more than she needed us “Which should I do—become a bag lady or check myself into a mental hospital?” Florence was sitting on my front steps, her gray hair pulled into a topknot. I … Continued