Asking For What We Need

“Momma, can you put a note in my lunch box?”

This is PoppyLynne speaking, our youngest, the one who arrived to our family when her oldest brother was thirteen. She moves through life in the wake of all this hubbub, all this organized chaos. She is named, first of all, for the red poppy flowers in England, the bright fields of spring; she is named, secon…