A tiny essay for your Monday--won't you read it, and keep me company?

my mother, rowing the laundry ashore (circa 1984)

Three years ago, I published a very brief, lyric piece of nonfiction in Waccamaw, and I thought maybe you'd like to keep it from getting lonely out there? It's called "Glass House: The First Moment of Her Leaving," and it's about my mother first meeting (or seeing) my father. You can read it here. With thanks to the lovely Cara Blue Adams for working with me on it.