Tag: I drove three hours to surprise my mom on her birthday and the first thing I saw was my husband’s car hidden behind our barn

PART ONE   The gravel crunching beneath the tires of Beth Sanders’ SUV was a sound that usually signaled relief. It was the acoustic signature of home, of the Dunn family farm in rural Ohio, United States, where the horizon was wide enough to swallow the claustrophobia of her city life. Today, however, the sound…