a bittersweet birthday.

On this day ninety-five years ago my grandmother was born in the old Reading Hospital in PA. Just last year, I heard her recount the story of that day, how her mother (my great-grandmother) had a Christmas chicken she planned to prepare, but she ended up heading in to the hospital on Christmas Day instead….

a letter from my birth day.

This is a love letter to my parents, as I reflect on the day that they became parents. It’s hard to believe that you were ever new parents, as I’ve only known you to be so confident and surefooted in how you were raising us. But recently, dad was going through some old things and…