Lost and Found: The Ring

So it seems I have a whole lot of trouble writing a book proposal and a blog at the same time. Thank you for bearing with me as I put my nose to the grindstone this week – I am reposting this one from 2012, one of my favorite stories of all time!

I drop a full can of Folger’s onto the kitchen floor, and the kids giggle as I sweep brown granules into the dingy dustpan, muttering on my knees about parquet floors and cracks and coffee.

That’s when I first notice it’s gone.

My wedding ring. The one...