Christy Bass Adams: Losing Granny
Sure enough, the sharp quilting needle stuck my ten-year-old finger. After that, by some grand miracle, the thimble suddenly fit and my granny smirked to herself. …
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Christy Bass Adams: The Bravest Words I’ve Ever Uttered
The door to the bathroom was cracked, but there was no way Samantha could hear my weak cries for help. I had been up for hours, stuck on the toilet, with a trashcan in my lap. Never in my life had I been that sick. …
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