I have filled and emptied decades of my life, but there are still decades left to unfold.
I have filled and emptied decades of my life, but there are still decades left to unfold.
So it shouldn’t have been a surprise to me when my younger child told me off in the middle of the Vatican. But it was.
If this trip was a song, the verses would have been the daily experiences and the chorus would have been “I could have spent far more time there, and I was sad to have to leave.”
This was one of those moments where time layered.
We could still climb the climb, walk the walk, endure the discomfort and revel in surprise.
If I had one takeaway from our trip to, and our time in Spain, it’s to contradict the old adage–when it comes to European travel, it is not the journey, it is the destination.
Natalie Sypolt’s standout collection of short fiction, The Sound of Holding Your Breath, was published in 2018 by West Virginia University Press, and I regret not reviewing the book sooner. The heart […]
I imagine that many young people are, at this point, feeling a bit homesick. The holidays are over, and you are returning to school. While this is exciting and you are probably enjoying your renewed sense of freedom, you might be missing your bed, or your pets, your space, the ability to walk into a fully stocked kitchen and grab something out of the fridge.
Would it really be so bad to lose the world?
Madiha was my step-mother-in-law—my husband’s father’s wife. My husband’s mother passed when he was 16, his sisters, much younger, needed care. Needed a mother. Madiha became my father-in-law’s second wife. Madiha passed […]