“You’re in good company if you’ve struggled with that.” I lay in the Papasan chair on the screened back porch. The breeze blew and stirred up the leaves on the ground outside. Seventy degrees in December. I’m not in England anymore. I looked up at the stark blue sky. I used to watch planes crisscross the cloudy sky outside my window every minute or two when I lived on the Gatwick Airport… Read More
Grace for the road 
