that in any given second, there is only the patter of rainfall against a canvas tent roof. Or the ting of a wind chime, the call of a hawk, the creak of a swing, the flutter of a breeze through the leaves of a tree. There is nothing more. There is nothing less. The whole [...]
Sitting on the bottom shelf of the dining room bookcase are a row of fat, canvas-covered photo albums. They start at Nate’s birth, and dutifully carry on year after year, a line of brightly colored soldiers of family history. Some years, they’re scrapbooked meticulously. Others, they’re generated digitally from Kodak or Shutterfly. The most recent [...]
