Nadia Cross

I am thirty-four weeks pregnant, and for three weeks running, my address at night has not been my own bed. It has been the back… Read more

I own a cabin on the shore of Alder Lake, three hours north of where the rest of my family lives, tucked into the birch… Read more

I had flour to my elbows and a tray of biscuits going into the oven at six in the morning on a Saturday, getting an… Read more

At 5:47 on a Tuesday evening in June, I was standing on the porch steps of my daughter’s house in Larkspur, Ohio, with my grandson’s… Read more

My son Craig looked at me over a plate of burgers I had grilled myself, on my own porch, on the Fourth of July, and… Read more