The grief of losing a child is unfathomable. Lila wrote a poem March of 1997, six months after losing my older brother, her first-born, to the ravages of his alcoholism September 24, 1996.
Continue reading “On Making Pepper Jelly”“I’d rather be on my farm than be emperor of the world.” ― George Washington
The grief of losing a child is unfathomable. Lila wrote a poem March of 1997, six months after losing my older brother, her first-born, to the ravages of his alcoholism September 24, 1996.
Continue reading “On Making Pepper Jelly”