Suzanne is flying back to El Salvador today. And so is a piece of my soul. It's hard, no two ways about it. But she's well-loved there.
When I visited her there last spring, the women in her village told me nobody could love her as much as the people there. They were hoping she'd meet a nice young man and settle down. After all, at 23 she is getting old to be single . . .
My Sourdough Rye Story
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Last night I told my husband, Keep an eye on the dough as I left to go
teach. I imagined coming home The kitchen overflowing with raw dough
spilling like...
2 minutes ago
2 comments:
What, was she home for 10 minutes? I'm not a mom, but I miss mine terribly...missing a child must be different, but equally, acute.
Yes, it felt like less than 10 minutes. She came home for a few days and then left for DC for a wedding. Then she was back to pack and take off again . . .
Sigh.
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