A memoir: I am at Caspersen Beach, watching three of my five children play with my sister’s three children. My sister is there, and so, of course, is my mother. It seems she is always there with me. We consider it our own personal beach. On this particular sunny day, we sit and talk about […]
Sometimes truth doesn’t need to be spoken in the moment. Maybe it needs to be spoken after the moment — and my anger or frustration — has passed.