Dear Family, I ran across the Susquehanna River twice this month, something I’ll never be able to do without thinking of Dad. Like probably untold millions of other Mid-Atlantic denizens, I have crossed the Susquehanna River countless times — usually in a car on I-95, but also dozens of times on trains, a handful of…
Month: September 2025
The Wonnacotts’ August: Returning to Maryland, the Fruits of Latvia, and the Most Exhausting Two Weeks of My Life
Dear Family, I ended last month’s letter on an airplane headed for home—or rather, an airplane headed for Dulles International Airport—so I suppose that’s about where I’ll pick it up here. As soon as Luke and I made it off the plane, off the indoor trans-terminal shuttle, and out the airport doors, we knew we…