The bunny that lives under our deck is mowing our lawn, one blade of grass at a time. A misshaped “V” of geese just
“Do I really want to do this?” I asked myself. I boarded a roller coaster car about four years into widowhood. The lettering on
Our daughter, Summer, brought him home from college one weekend. They watched March Madness basketball, played video games (in a competitive manner, because that’s
Our children and grandchildren met each other for the first time over pizza on a Friday evening. A bonfire was built later that night.
It took three years after my husband died to consider dating again. “Father,” I prayed, “if marriage is in your plan, then please lead
When my four adult children were in town for their father’s Celebration of Life service, they strategized over possibilities for my future as a
As I leash up John’s dog, he stuffs cookies into his pocket. On nice days, we walk on a nearby trail before getting coffee
Back when I was newly widowed, I emailed a farewell letter to the community I served in my position at the cancer center. A