The Question Driving down an isolated stretch of Rt 2 in North Dakota Evie said from the back, “Mommy, why are we always leaving people behind?”  I could hear the sadness in her voice. Scott held his breath.   Heavy.  A lot rode...

We're in Maine.  It was -17 deg F this morning when we woke up (before factoring in the wind chill).  Home for the holidays.  This feels so much better than 70 deg and sand.  Scott does not share my enthusiasm.  He insists...

Evie to me, “Why do people keep wanting to take my picture?”  Me, “No idea.  Maybe they like oddball looking people around here. ”  Eye roll, tongue out.  You'll thank me someday, Evie. When it was time to leave Lisa...