John is in the city for a few hours, Holly is away until tomorrow, and I’m home getting chores chored. A few minutes ago as I was scouring a toilet, I found myself inadvertently reciting a poem to the beat of the brush scrubs: “I had a little tea party, this afternoon at three.‘Twas veryContinue reading “Me, Myself, and I”
The kids are grown. It’s my time to fly.
The Empty Next 