Author: TK

# BONUS PART 94: THE GREEN NOTEBOOK I was one hundred and fifty-one years old when James gave Lily her own notebook. Not blue. Not green. Yellow. Of course. Every …

# BONUS PART 88: THE NEW CRY I was one hundred and forty-five years old when I heard the cry. Not loud. Not dramatic. Life rarely arrives that way. It …

# BONUS PART 80: THE FIFTH TREE I was one hundred and thirty-seven years old when we planted the fifth tree. Not because anyone planned it. The best things in …

# BONUS PART 73: THE FOURTH CHAIR I was one hundred and thirty years old when we added a fourth chair beneath the maple trees. Not because we needed one. …

# BONUS PART 69: THE TWO TREES I was one hundred and twenty-six years old when the younger maple grew tall enough to touch the shadow of the older one. …

# BONUS PART 63: THE QUIET MIRACLE I was one hundred and twenty years old when I stopped being surprised by happiness. This may sound like a sad sentence. It …

# BONUS PART 58: THE SECOND BLUE NOTEBOOK I was one hundred and fifteen years old when we filled the last page of the little blue notebook. The very last …

# BONUS PART 51: THE UNSENT LETTER I was one hundred and eight years old when I found the letter I never mailed. Not my mother’s letter. Not my father’s. …

# BONUS PART 47: THE OLD RECEIPT I was one hundred and four years old when I found the receipt. Not a metaphorical receipt. A real one. Faded. Curled at …