Behind the Venue, My Husband Handed Me a Scrapbook Pulled From the Dumpster

for Aunt Susan, the illustrated recipe book for cousin Beth, the candle set for Aunt Carol, the photo frame for Uncle Tom, and finally, in a slightly softer voice, the memory book for Barbara. Three months of late evenings at the kitchen table, the printer jamming at critical moments, Emma asking me to spell words and asking David for stories, glitter continue reading …