Another Excerpt from Page 4 – “Monday – Maia”

Published May 31, 2018

Although I was happy to hear that we might get a huge snowstorm,
my mom was not! Mom never did get used to the drive back and forth
to the city, and with snow added to the equation, she felt less confident
on steep roads. When you throw snow, ice, and all those of goodies you
get with bad snowstorms, I realized it would be a long day for me—a day
of watching my mom through a bottle that seemed to find her lips too
easily.

I have never seen any storms quite like the ones we get on the Hill.
Here, we encounter the howling, the mystical voices in the wind, and the
beautiful diamond-like sparkle from the falling snowflakes that results in
a perfect picture from the Hill standing tall above the city…