Mom and I looked out at the pine trees lining the snow-covered yard of her new house. I…
Snow clung to the wintery branches of the wisteria climbing the trellises in our backyard. Gazing out the…
It was late. It had been a hard day for my siblings and me—one we knew was coming.…
“Look!” I said to my husband, Roger, pointing to the budding purple wisteria branches. “The mourning doves have…
How would I get through Christmas when my sweet dog, my ever-present companion, Freddy Lee, wouldn’t be here…
The dinner tray sat beside my hospital bed untouched, the food getting colder by the minute. I’d been…
I sat alone on the love seat in our family room, wondering how Carl could truly be gone…
Taking down the Christmas tree was as much of a tradition for my family as putting it up.…
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, willing sleep to come. I hadn’t been able to drift…
