My Daughter Tried to Keep Me Out of the Lake House I Built, But When She Arrived for the Fourth of July, I Had Already Made Room

language of people who love a dream long enough to make room for it in ordinary conversation. Every time we drove through the Lake Oconee area, Samuel would slow the truck just enough to look at the water through the pines and say, “One day, Dot. Just something simple. Big porch. Good chairs. A dock for the grandkids.”

He used to sketch it on napkins continue reading …