Gone Reading

I’m one of the lucky ones, able to read, knit, do crossword puzzles in a car. As the passenger, mind you. A recent jaunt to Pittsburgh to visit my brother, sister-in-law and their darling eight-month-old, promised nearly ten hours of reading there and back. Down...

A Son is a Son ‘Til…

“No woman will be good enough for my son!”  a friend once said.  Our boys were climbing on the play structure in her backyard, halting for juice box breaks every now and then. I remember thinking, and might have even replied, that I was eager to see, reflected in this...