Dave, my husband, was working crazy 18-hour days. I hardly saw him. But there was no reason to…
Mail lay scattered across the kitchen table. I couldn’t put off sorting through it any longer. I flipped…
I woke with a start one night last February when my husband, Bill, came into my room at…
Easter Sunday had a powerful new meaning for me ever since my adult son Jason died in a…
It’s hard to believe that this past year, my beautiful daughter, Natalia, and I are again dealing with…
Bluebirds were always a source of joy for my husband, Pete, and me. We loved to watch them…
I’ve been cooking my entire life, starting with helping my mother and grandmothers. I’ve loved watching my family,…
Mom hooked her arm through mine. We walked slowly across the back porch, or at least as fast…
From my perspective, Helen Keller, perhaps my greatest hero, had faith unmatched. Faith in herself, faith in the…
I lay in bed asking a question I never imagined I’d ask: Was my marriage about to collapse?…
My wife, Cathy, sat with me in the doctor’s office. I needed her there. It was hard for…
The worst week of my life? No question: The one that began on July 20, 1981. The best…
