“Team Ria will find the loot!” my niece Regina declared. She brandished a compass and a journal, items…
There I stood in a small classroom at church, about to make a fool of myself. I was…
My husband, Jim, added another pill to the pile of meds on the kitchen counter. Ever since my…
In my mother’s room at the memory care center, I dug through the clothes piled on the floor…
If there was a way to capture the essence of my mom, Naomi, it was through her cooking.…
Something brushed my hand and I stirred awake. There was my beloved grandpa Kegg beside me. He was…
Midnight on New Year’s Eve. I was in a rental car in Denver, Colorado. My 10-year-old son, Rylan,…
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…
