This shirt is such a tangible link to the past. It's a connection, a rope to hold onto that's tied to days gone by on its other end. And what if the link breaks? The connection lost? The rope snaps? It feels like I'd lose a little piece of my history, a little piece of me.
Tidal waves of raw emotion wash over me as I reach back into my memory and revisit our early days in this country. To be honest, a part of me doesn't want to tell the tales. Perhaps they'll disappear if I can just keep them locked away long enough. But I know it doesn't actually … Continue reading Places Where Flowers Bloom: A Long Month