We were only an hour into our 3,000-mile, cross-country trek to my family reunion in North Carolina. Already,…
Sunday night, I was thinking about making dinner when the phone rang. “Turn on CBS,” a voice said.…
Getting home from Eastern Europe was an arduous journey, but my traveling companions and I would make the…
In the 1940s, trains were my father’s world. A machinist for the Southern Railway, he once surprised me…
My husband, Wally, and I had been sitting in the Pittsburgh airport for the last few hours, sad…
The hour drive from our home to the Newark, New Jersey, airport was only the first leg of…
”Dad, we want you to come home.” Even through the poor Skype connection I could see the tightness…
