From the Heart

“Thanks for making pancakes, Grandma.” Peyton poured syrup over the golden circles in front of her. “We usually have cereal on school days.” “I know, but we had a special sleepover night, so I thought pancakes were in order, especially since you did such a good job...

Donna stood before the mirror and frowned. Her once lustrous brown hair was streaked with gray, and wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes. It seemed only yesterday she was a young mother. But more and more these days, she was looking her age. She applied...