When I was a little girl, I loved visiting my neighbors, Alice and Nell. They’d serve ladyfingers and pink lemonade in a garden lined with bleached-white clam shells. I’d sit in their knitting circle—stringing yarn through oversized, plastic buttons, giddy with the excitement of listening in on an adult conversation.
Dear husband,
There are things about my first marriage you already know like how I had a miscarriage early on and how the weight of that loss was the final blow to an already shaky house of cards.
“Making Waves: Our Three-Year Sail Around the World," published in The Nest, Fall 2008
