Legacy and love letters

Legacy and love letters

It’s not like I was snooping, it was hardly hidden from sight. Still… I felt like I had barged into a secret diary, leafing through pages never intended for my eyes. The words were to his Father… from his Father… and yet also for his sons...

Traces

Traces

    It started with a blustery day. Blustery days remind me of Winnie the Pooh, childhood comfort reading as satisfying to the soul as pot pie to the lips--tubby-little cubby-all-stuffed-with-fluff and all.  Cross-legged on the floor with the book in my...

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