Photo credit: Intisar Abioto
When I wrote Narrow River, Wide Sky: A Memoir
, I wanted to say everything to everyone I’ve ever loved about everything I’ve wanted to say, but elegantly, artfully, succinctly, and with few adverbs.
As I began this blog entry, Ron, my soon-to-be ex-husband, drove his new all-electric car to his old house in Amity where he lived during his junior high years.
He sent a text, “They cut down my pine tree. I don’t know why I expected it to be there.”
I texted back, “It’s not too much to ask. My tree is still alive.”
My brother, Brian, and I sat in the trees of our young childhoods on the two-acre farm in Colorado, just off I-70...