Matching Up Pieces of My Heart

Essay by Denise Chiappetta
We left the house after dinner in the cold sleety rain of early November in Chicago. The kids and I were wearing our spring coats. Oops. The kitchen was left untidied. Oh well. As I shivered in the passenger seat, listening to the rhythmical hum of the windshield wipers, I allowed myself the luxury of a few uninterrupted thoughts.
Approximately once a month, through an