Both of my last two blog posts are true pictures of my family. There is great pain and great beauty side by side in my home.
We have been walking through difficult things this summer. His words feel redemptive, protective, perfect to me.
Prepared with love for him at dinner’s end, an unannounced surprise made carefully into a luscious circle of fresh crimped crust…
I find myself loving what we make: things that mean something to me. Or sometimes, distressed letters from Walmart. Yeah, that works.
If you ever find yourself in the regions of Kitchener-Waterloo, Ontario, you might consider a few places of interest along the way.
How dare he? This is not the first time he will shave his whiskers for the state, and it will probably not be the last, God forbid.