Proud to Be a Spitfire

We celebrated, more than mourned, the colorful and textured life of my great-grandma Mavis. We honored her with red lips and red dresses and red heels. Nestled in a wooden pew with a sister on each side, I reached my arm across the shoulders of one of them to gently reassure my mom. Cousins and … Continue reading Proud to Be a Spitfire

Welcome to the Cottage

The water pressure in the kitchen sink is too high. The wood floors seem to release a fresh wave of sand after every thorough sweeping. The walls are scuffed and the floors are warped and the windows seep cold air. Standing too long in the pantry sometimes results in bits of ceiling falling on your … Continue reading Welcome to the Cottage