Tag: Letters

There’s an ancient Mimosa tree out in front of my porch that has been there around forty years now. Lord knows how many storms she’s seen. Ice storms that split stronger trees clean in two. Summers so dry the dirt cracked open like old pottery. Winds that peeled tin off barns and sent lawn chairs…

My sweet Ray of Sunshine, If you are reading this one day as a grown woman, then I want you to have something true from me while I still have the words to give it. I want you to know who you were when you were little. Not just what you did. Not just what…