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.
Moving is Like Childbirth, and I Have a Book to Prove It
I Tell You What…
Standing on a Corner Down in Winslow Arizona
Everyone Is My Best Friend
Question for Military Wives and Others Left Behind