Walking to the River with my Three-Year-Old Girl Rosemerry 15 years ago last night’s snow fills in the spaces where we’ve been so many emptinesses in our wake some never fill Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
