Notes From the Garden

Notes From the Garden

I lived in the city growing up, in a top floor apartment above my paternal grandparents. Our yard was 2/3 concrete, but my mother made the other 1/3 look like a lush, verdant paradise. She had a square garden alongside the driveway, couldn’t have been more than...
Dear Daughters: Experiences Over Things

Dear Daughters: Experiences Over Things

Dear Daughters, We were away last week and I chose to not write TO you because I was busy enjoying time WITH you. That time away was actually the catalyst for today’s post. During the time when I would typically be sitting down to write this, we were in the air...