God and Grandma

God and Grandma

On our way home from driving the other girls to school, my daughter Maggie likes to talk. The drive to school is noisy. Sometimes it’s all bickering and whining. Other times the older girls sing or tell the same joke repeatedly. Maggie, usually still sleepy,...
Process

Process

Our yard is covered in a blanket of fresh snow. For now, it’s clean and new, sparkly and undisturbed on this star-lit morning. For this moment, everything underneath is hidden from view. All I see is white. Earlier this fall, yellows and browns filled our yard....