Jun 1
3 min read
Tiny Magic, Twenty Years In
If you blink, you might miss it. Pay attention.
This afternoon we had a moment, my wife and I.
It was the same moment but in different rooms. We had it at the same time, but we didn’t have it together…at least not in the traditional sense.
She’d just lost her mother whom she’d been tending to for the past fifteen years. I’d just lost…
