Oct 8, 2020
6 min read
“You Are Not Welcome Here”
Anything can change, even yard signs
It’s a short trip from the left turn off of the main road, down the hill, to the bend where it becomes a dirt road. Before that curve in the road, I’m vigilant.
My shoulders creep towards my chin and my heart lives in my throat for those few moments before the bend, at the bend, and just past it. Not only because of the dogs and…
