The daffodils are done blooming at our house now, but before they were gone I took a picture of my neighbor’s daffodil bed as we see it ...

  I cried in my applesauce today. (Is that a country western song?) It was a silly thing to do, but, never-the-less, there I was, sitti...

We were seated around a table, but it didn’t seem like Thanksgiving. There was no turkey. No ham. No stuffing or gravy. No rolls, mashed...

  And so begins another transition. The paperwork is in and the word is out. By the time our Christmas cards are in the mail this ye...

  Not more than six or eight weeks old, Ellie followed Sarah home one December day and hopped on my knee as I squatted down to paint th...

With the one year anniversary of Mom’s death last weekend, we have completed our year of “firsts” without her; the first night of sleep ...

One of the last things that Mom asked for was to go home to Aunt Blanche, who raised her after her mom died. I think, no matter how old...