Cabin Socks

I miss them.  I miss how they squeezed my feet like little hugs and I could slide on the wooden floor.  I miss how soft they were and the fact that I had another pair just as wonderful in a different pattern and I would trade off wearing them so they wouldn’t get their feelings …

Keeping Company

I’ve used my Saturday time to visit my mama, to shop for people physically unable to get out,  to restock my own pantry shelves, fold the laundry and speak to friends experiencing life in a big way today, mulling over how to live it with them.  I’m grateful for those talks.  What they go through, …