Stoplight encounter
The light was red. Usually I can zip right through, but this morning the red light caught me. The stop …
The light was red. Usually I can zip right through, but this morning the red light caught me. The stop …
It is surreal to know that we have lived in our new community for a little over a year now. …
September 2012 was an exciting time for our writing group. We planned for a couple of years ahead to celebrate …
For a long time, some of us in the writing group of bereaved mothers did not find it easy to …
Not everyone in our writing group knows this story, so I am sharing it partly for our group. Every time …
I’ve got the what ifs tonight, the night after Hank turned 16. And Jack didn’t. I don’t often let myself …
I love baccalaureates and graduations. I never thought I would say this—not I, the one who might once have chosen …
As my mother lay dying, one of her last messages to me was, “Don’t give away my pretty things.” She …
Me: Why are you bothering me? Knees: We could give you a lot more trouble than this! Me: This is …