Unselfing
Epilogue
March 30th, 2019
Dear Charlie,
Dave and I live on a farm in rural Oregon. Today, I spent the afternoon barefoot, toes pressing down firmly into the Willamette Valley’s rich, loamy soil. Our driveway is winding, the curves unhurried, the sky hooded with cherry blossoms and maple leaf buds, and the wind delivers a promising return beyond the…
