I pulled the ancient sewing machine from its box and stared at it. We hadn’t spoken in years; I wondered if I still knew its language. There’s the cord, there’s the On switch, there’s the light and the pedal. Okay. … Continue reading
Reagan brings me her journal so I can check the sentence she just wrote, and some days this is how it goes: I will be done the green Book with pretty soon. She means her math book, the one I … Continue reading
I drove home from an appointment with Reagan’s team at our homeschool, leaves skipping across the road while the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band sang about fishing in the dark. Just me, no distractions, no kids arguing in the back – … Continue reading