My family is having Thanksgiving dinner without me today.
My mom and my brothers, along with the rest of their families, will gather around a table and turkey, 1400 miles to the north of me in a small ranch house in Iowa. They’ll laugh and they’ll eat and they’ll make fun of one another. They’ll take [...]
A Hole At The Table
by Miss Britt on November 24, 2009 31 Comments »
A Photo Essay. For Emma.
by Miss Britt on March 3, 2009 39 Comments »
Emma,
Some day I will write down your very own Story of The Day You Were Born and you will carry on a tradition started by my own mom. Some day you will sit long enough to listen to me talk about the greatest day of my life (and you will likely use that against [...]







