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

alone after closing, the wind came off the lake smelling like warm water and damp wood and possibility. I stood with my shoes sinking a little into the red Georgia dirt and tried to imagine the porch, the roofline, the chimney stone, the windows catching sunset. It wasn’t grief exactly that came over me then. It was something steadier. Purpose with continue reading …