The first (long) leg of our journey is over. We made it to my parents’ house in Colorado, and the first thing I saw when I walked into my mother’s kitchen was my favorite cake waiting for me on the counter. Which is why I can’t write more right now. Don’t want to get crumbs in my father’s keyboard, you know.
So, Um, How’re Those Closets Coming?
The New Abnormal
Question for Military Wives and Others Left Behind
Actually, It’s the Cauliflower You Have to Watch Out For, the Way They’re Always Darting into the Road
Goodbye, Almost Heaven–Hello, West Virginia