Dear Child, I’m not one to go all crazy on Mother’s Day. My nose lifts a bit at holidays with modern roots, and this is your father’s fault. It’s also your father’s fault that I have you at all, a fact driven home when I asked what he’s giving me for Mother’s Day. “I already gave you […]
Dear David
Remember when we were just you-knows, just barely falling in love–more than dating, but not yet engaged– and we would email back and forth from California to Salem? I would sit at my parents’ computer desk all that excruciating summer, blushing deeply if they came into the room. I hung on every word you wrote. […]