I have a tattoo. I’ve had it for a long time. Although you may have yet to notice, it is not hidden, though seldom seen. It is not secret, yet rarely mentioned. Not on my neck to be concealed. Not on my chest to be covered. Not on my back to be forgotten. But on a place where I can remember …
Longing For Normal
By Amanda Taylor Walker Everyone has a COVID-19 story, and I am no exception. In December, my husband and I began planning an epic trip for me to visit some friends living in Central Asia and the Middle East. The planning worked out perfectly. Two weeks before I was supposed to leave, my Central Asian friends called to tell me …
Why I Loved My Mother’s Stories (Part 3)
In case you haven’t checked in to Hungry For More in a while, you may want to catch up with the previous parts of this story before jumping into this one. Here is part one and part two. ————————- Mother’s story picked up where she’d left off, “As the little girl rocked her new baby, she remembered the story of baby …
The Keeper
I drove out this weekend to my sister’s house in the country. Along the way, I drove past house after house that had been abandoned. The absence of life was especially evidenced in the deadness of the trees. Gnarled and dry, they no longer provided shade for the lawns, which were dry and dusty themselves. As I neared …