Grits and Purls

Spinning yarns about the grit of life

My dad bought my mom a Valentine’s Day card. In February, around Valentine’s Day, my dad called. We talked for a while about stuff: the weather, my daughter, his dog. Then he said, “I did something kind of crazy today.” “What did you do?”

My infant daughter lay on her activity mat examining her hands, as if she wondered what they were and who they belonged to and what they did. Dad and I sat in the living room watching her play, allowing her to distract us from the awkwardness of my Mom’s absence. Occasionally my daughter’s arm would …

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