I want to tell her difficult things while I’m still here. I want Russell and me to have the conversations our family once avoided, and I want our generation to stop turning painful truths into secrets simply because speaking them feels uncomfortable.
I’m not always successful, but I’m trying. Every Sunday, I still make Mama’s biscuits, and little by little, I’m getting better at them.
Maybe that’s what Mama’s flour tin ultimately taught me.
Honesty takes practice.
Forgiveness takes practice.
Families take practice.
And for now, that is enough.
