Lines on the Page

LINES ON THE PAGE

Oh, my goodness!

It’s only three days until they arrive.

Three days until what I call “The Mob,” crash in for the holiday.

It happens every Fourth of July, every Thanksgiving, every Christmas. The kids, the grandkids, and a sister and a brother, maybe, and hopefully some dear friends—all! I know some won’t be able to respond to the invite, some are too busy, some are too far away, an…