Nan lived with us after we buried my grandfather. Every morning, I’d drag myself down the steps to the kitchen to find her steeped in … Read More ›
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About once a week, I’ll be enjoying the first sips of coffee, gazing out the kitchen window, and I’m startled at the sight of something … Read More ›
I stepped with great care on the icy, dirt floor. The old barn was a relief from the assaulting wind, though it still whistled through … Read More ›
My first six years of marriage were a whirlwind of bleacher seats, late suppers, and travel-sized toiletries. While my husband played professional baseball and signed … Read More ›