ByShea Tuttle

Shea Tuttle writes poems, essays, recipes, letters, and grocery lists, and blogs about parenting and liturgy here. She lives in central Virginia with her husband, daughter, and son.

  1. A few months ago, I kissed my grandfather’s rough-shaven face, told him I loved him, and walked out of his hospital room. I knew I probably wouldn’t see him again, even though the doctor said he might have a few more months to live. My husband and I live with our two small children in central Virginia, and my grandparents live in southern Ohio, about seven hours across the mountains. I saw him a few hours…