A weighty gray November day. Our small house on the hill is encased in a…
Tag: grandparenting
The house, quiet. Early morning. A November sky feels particularly dark. Heavy gray clouds move…
Bruce Springsteen has lovingly talked about his mother in recorded interviews on E Street Radio…
The chug of coffee brewing as a hummingbird buzzed outside my kitchen window early yesterday…
Our walks have slowed. We stroll now. Our mission has shifted. We once were driven…
A warm deep caramel colored rock maple table with four matching chairs once sat just…
The “delightful work” of this past weekend was “grandparenting.” Hotel grandparenting. My husband and I…