The Comforts of Community: What Weeding, Soccer, and a Loose Tooth Taught Me About the People I Need
Just yesterday, on a fine, sunny Sunday afternoon, my husband and I were doing some weeding in our front yard. For us, “some weeding” means cursing and huffing and puffing our way through a summer’s worth of work. We are not natural gardeners, let’s just say, and combining that with a summer that was so ungodly hot much of the time meant that we pretty much let the weeds win for the months of July and August. But suddenly I couldn’t take it anymore — or maybe I just wanted a clear area for the autumn leaves to fill up …Keep Reading
