I can’t make out his writing: memories of Uncle Wayne

Uncle Wayne smiled a lot. He had a big, broad, genuine smile that he wore generously, like the sun wears sunshine. It doesn’t take much time to get a glowing tan on a super-sunny day, and it didn’t take much time for our family to decide that Wayne was a downright good guy—the kind of … More I can’t make out his writing: memories of Uncle Wayne

Dear Mom,

Dear Mom, Your heart must be so heavy today. For as long as your lungs have known oxygen, Grandma’s been near, never more than one mile away ready with a glass of iced tea and a cheese sandwich. Her voice never more distant than a few seconds of time; I know you can still hear … More Dear Mom,