Grits and Purls

Spinning yarns about the grit of life

As we backed out of the driveway on our way to preschool this morning, my daughter asked “Mama, why is your mama dead?” I swallowed, “Well, honey, she got really really sick. And her body just stopped working. The doctors and nurses couldn’t make her better. So now she’s living with the angels.” “Why can’t …

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