Cleaning out my mother’s home, I found this letter I’d written to her the Christmas before she died. Dear Mama, I’ve been cleaning up the Christmas tree this week, sweeping pine needles and thinking of the things I’ve never said to you. They are the things no one says to me that I would so… Continue reading Deep Like a Tap Root
Our "baby" of five kids is just two short weeks away from being 21. It occurs to me that even though he's living with us temporarily and working, while colleges decide whether or not to have live classes again, he's for all intents and purposes grown, though maybe not entirely gone. It also occurs to… Continue reading The Kids are Grown and (Mostly) Gone, so Who Am I and What Do I Do Now?