Here in my corner of Pennsylvania, the first half of April was rainy and cold, but the second half was beautiful. Sunny blue skies and (mostly) seasonal temperatures, perfect for digging in the dirt. Hubby and I weeded and trimmed and mulched, and then I turned my attention to spring cleaning my secret garden, so …
The last time I talked to my mom, I told her my book club was reading Tom Hanks’ new book, The Making of Another Major Motion Picture Masterpiece, and her eyes lit up like I knew they would. She’s loved Tom Hanks ever since ‘Bosom Buddies’ and has watched, I think, nearly every movie he’s …
All winter she planned her garden. Then, when the last ice melted, mud dried to soil rich and nourishing, she gathered her trowel and cultivator, a weeder thin and sharp, and–hands sheathed in unstained gloves–cleared deadfall around a sapling oak beneath which green fingers already stretched.
My Name was Supposed to be Elizabeth Ann 