A New Walker

Yesterday, I took Amara to the park.  We walked most of the way.  I couldn’t help but think of my grandmother, walking with me in a dozen parks and on hundreds of city blocks and country roads and shopping malls and small towns.

So the circle turns.  What a blessing!

Afoot with Amara

 

 

This is the view from my window just now, with dawn coming from the east
Last night, as I unloaded the dishwasher, I realized I've had my blue glass dishes
I absolutely adore figs. I don't think I'd ever eaten one until I was an
One of the hardest things about starting a new book is the awfulness of it.
I had a letter this morning from a reader of this blog, wondering if it
This is the view from my window just now, with dawn coming from the east
Last night, as I unloaded the dishwasher, I realized I've had my blue glass dishes
I absolutely adore figs. I don't think I'd ever eaten one until I was an
One of the hardest things about starting a new book is the awfulness of it.
I had a letter this morning from a reader of this blog, wondering if it

3 thoughts on “A New Walker

  1. That is a precious picture of her feet and yours. I swear being a grandma is the best. Women who are afraid of that word don’t know what they are missing.

  2. Amen, amen, amen, Judy. It’s the sweetest thing ever.

  3. Ally

    The little handprint on the snow is extra cute. 🙂

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