It is a gray spring day in Nashville. Storms threaten. The earth is shedding its winter skin, and new life is breaking through. Our garden has been purged of last year’s plants. Boxes have been topped off with rich, new soil. Plans for a…
She snuggles in our bed with her head in my lap, and I comb my fingers through her long, blonde hair. I am still amazed that she has blonde hair, but I can see hints of golden brown peeking through. It seems to be…