Guy Smalley illustration •

In February 1962, a few days before my 10th birthday, my daddy came to me with a twinkle in his eyes and a spring in his step and said, “Linda Sue, your 10th birthday is a special birthday because it marks the end of your first decade in this world." Read more


It is one week before my 38th birthday, a Sunday, and I am spending the evening with my dad while my mom attends the night service at church. She returns home a little after 7 p.m., but it feels much later, because the darkness comes so much earlier. Read more