New post on Daughter on Duty:

“Go home the long way, Daddy,” my sisters and I pleaded when we pulled out of the church parking lot at noon each Sunday. Or maybe it was just me who was loathe to return to the humdrum of home and more hungry for a change of scenery than for Sunday dinner, which more likely than not was on a timer in the oven. Sometimes Daddy would oblige, and I would lean back in the seat and look out the window as we wound up and around the backside of the hill and arrived at our driveway fifteen minutes later than had we taken the direct, five-minute route.”   Read more…

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