"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading our story....
Shannon says:
Aha! I found it!
*points at Suzanne*
You’re the one who made it snow. 🙂
On March 24, 2005 at 7:43 am