A Little Women coloring book. A book of mothers’ wisdom. A sheet of observations, her own (“Sometimes memories sneak out of my eyes and roll down my cheeks”) and others.
Darlene Davis, who lives in a small town in Michigan’s thumb, has been sending out these joy packages to friends during the time of covid. It’s just the type of thing Darlene does, you see.
Darlene and I have known each other for nearly twenty years. On the outside, we’re very different: she plays piano and sings beautifully. I croak. She’s always ready with a joke or pun. I’m the least funny person I know. But love of Christ, and a community of Christian writers He brought together in Green Lake, Wisconsin, tie us together. From Darlene, I learn the value of keeping those ties intact.