Are You Holding On or Being Held?
It was easily the worst part of school. Every year. Starting in the 1950s (long before I got there), a…
It was easily the worst part of school. Every year. Starting in the 1950s (long before I got there), a…
Eons ago, my preschool boy crept to the end of our friend’s modest diving board, muttering under his breath, then…
With the book launch nipping at my heels, I am today sharing a piece I wrote for my friend Evelyn…
Although a new calendar doesn’t technically usher in a new season, it sure feels like it does. We buy the…
Traditions take us back to our past and pull those we’ve lost into our current lives. Traditions set a pattern…
I thought surely one of them would answer their phone. I had slept in that early fall Saturday morning, and…
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