The work seems invisible now. But just yesterday, Mom called me on the phone. The news was bad: grandpa was in the hospital again. He’s strong, but it’s unlikely this time. For a year I watched over my grandpa’s farm. But Mom’s been showing up this whole time as one of the…
Tag: Life
The Preciousness of Every Little Thing, Every Little Memory
My mom looked off for just a moment, as if some story had always been near to her and seemingly always there after all these years. As she recalled the events, the colors of the room went dull and her words became crisp and vivid. “There was that one time.” She started, as if every…
