A Miserable Beginning to a Happy End

Today would have been 63 years. Technically my parents were married 55 years. By the time they reached 50, my dad’s early dementia was clear to all of us, and Mom had some serious vow-keeping to live into over the next few years. Grace released Dad to wholeness in...

Waiting for the Crash

I’m the first to admit I do not understand NASCAR racing. The pits look exciting—how fast the crew does its magic and gets the driver back on the track. But going around a circle endlessly on a Sunday afternoon? I guess I’m a destination driver. The creeping cautions?...

Mama Says #38

Me? Personally, I like seasons. Not extreme ones, mind you, but gentle indications of movement through the seasons of my life. Mom hates winter too much to put up with it in exchange for surprises of spring and fall. Her weather report from south Florida is usually...