WHEN I DROP Odin off at home the next morning, he is clearly in a much better mood. The house is dark and quiet and I know by now Mom is already at work. She always goes to work early and comes home late in the evening. As a child, I don’t think I can recall a time when Mom wasn’t exhausted. At first it was working two jobs, going to college online and taking care of Odin and me, and then when we moved to Willow’s Creek and she became a professor, she was always working to put food on the table, clothes on our backs and a roof over our heads that she often worked herself half to death.
I can count on one hand how many vacations she’s taken and on the other hand, I can count how many sick days she’s taken.
I miss seeing her. Even though she works at RLU, I’ve never run into her. Her class
