My midday shower didn’t wash the spunk back into my spirit like Mom said. But I knew what would. I pulled my shower blinds up and peered through the window. Sugar Hill Community Church and Justus. That’s how I found Sugar Hill—looking past the Duluth skyline toward the possibility of something gr...
I lunged over them and kept running. Squealing moms and older women wielded pompons and WeddingWire posters toward the Q100 FM radio personalities who had amused them most of the morning. I couldn’t help but laugh, while dodging and zipping past them until a plastic dress cover smacked my nose. O...