Wind-chime laughter, apple slices set neatly on a plate. Primroses, rosaries, and fairy tales set in a nearby forest. A white horse, childhood anecdotes, and snarky comments. Wafers, herbs, crossword puzzles. Soup operas she’d brief us on as soon as we came in every time we visited. It’s Wednesday morning, and my brother is knockingContinueContinue reading “I miss you dearly”
My Little Hawk 