Rachel M. Srubas

The Soul and Ground of Motherhood

Raindrops flecked the windows beside my booth at Nighthawks Diner and Bar. I ordered the walleye and an old-fashioned. Petunias, purple and blousy, bloomed in flower boxes on the windowsills. I wrote a few lines in my journal and relished the spice and citrus of the cocktail, the Midwestern savor of my dinner. Minneapolis was […]