VIII - Winter Solstice
“Soon the days will be getting longer,” my father used to say around this time of year. After a dreary December, and my father’s death at the end of November, I need the comfort of his words.
VI - A Scattered Mind
At the table, I sit looking through the old pictures of when I was tiny, looking for evidence. Did I not get what I needed?
IV - Flared Ribs
For the longest time, even when I was a teenager, if I ever tried to talk about the negative impacts of being Mennonite I’d get the same response from members of my family, “They did the best that they knew how.”