This weekend, MTM and I are going on a road trip. Nine hours one way in the car with my father. I will be both voiceless and insane by the time we arrive at our destination. East Tennessee. We are attending Roy’s 60th high school reunion. He lined up twoContinue Reading

Twilight cast long shadows across my parent’s back yard in Florence, South Carolina, as we sat on the screened porch, sipped Perrier and watched the sprinkler arc. Forward and back. Forward and back. A watery path that dotted the surface of the bird feeder and my father’s Man Shed. Linda,Continue Reading