When he is older, I will tell my grandson Henry this story. It is his story, mostly. But it also belongs to other children who were, like him, born into a world where one income is seldom enough to support a family, but were lucky enough to have parents who made it work.
It’s a good story. He will like it. [Read more…]

The night was cold, getting colder by the minute, forecast to drop into the 20s. In a rush, I hadn’t bothered to wear a coat, a decision I already regretted. [Read more…]

How will you be remembered? What do you want people to say about you when you’re gone? [Read more…]

I’ve been giving myself what my mother used to call a good “talking to.” It’s a kind of pep talk to remind me to count my blessings, when all I want to do is crawl up under the porch with the dogs and cry. [Read more…]

At the end of a year, I like to look back, count my blessings, and give thanks for whatever the new year may bring. [Read more…]

The holidays are sometimes like a patchwork quilt. We stitch them together from scraps _ pieces of time and memory, imagination and hope _ to form something new from the old. [Read more…]