In my dream she is a baby still, cradled in my arms, sheltered from any harm that might come her way. As I hold her, …
Salt by Julia Nunnally Duncan
When he found me hiding bashfully behind a tree at my babysitter’s house, he held out the small round box. My Army sergeant uncle was …
Our Intruder by Julia Nunnally Duncan
That Sunday night in 1966, when I was nine, my father, mother, thirteen-year-old brother, and I watched The Ed Sullivan Show in our dark front …