“What do you do to your hair?” he asked. My red hair had faded to a nice shade of strawberry blonde through the years,
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
Dan, a cancer widower, answered my questions as I tapped away on my laptop. I was interviewing him for an article about a shower
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
My caregiving roles overlapped and tangled. My mom moved in with us, slipping further into dementia. And then we heard these heart-stopping words from
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
Our daughter was away at college when our son graduated from high school. With a job lined up in Northern California, I drove him
Once upon a time, I was a stay-at-home mom. I loved being the one to cheer my children on as they drooled their first
Back when I was newly widowed, I emailed a farewell letter to the community I served in my position at the cancer center. A
My children have given their blessing for me to date and remarry, but my son had one stipulation: “As long as he has a
My husband, Gary, woke me up one pre-sunrise morning. “Feels like the flu,” he said. We’d been here before. I threw on my clothes and
