Another day, another tooth to be pulled at the dentist’s office. My teeth didn’t want to fall out. My orthodontist wanted them gone. Each time, my mom would drive me to the office near Broughton High School. I was scared…
We all need courage for the facing of this hour; for the living of these days. Have a little? Give a little. Need a little? Take a little. This is the way my world works at its best. Courage moves…
My father, who loved my mother so deeply – and imperfectly – finishes this way. He provides, more than generously. The fruits of his labor reach into the present. Yet he nearly wrecks her with his decline. For five years…
In pajamas, I slipped downstairs for a breakfast of champions. I passed my father’s bedroom. He was awake, lying in bed with his hands behind his head. “Good morning, Jennifer!” he called out, as I paused in the door. “When…
“All is swell here, I’m halfinated,” my friend Don texted last week – and I think he’s come up with the cleverest word I’ve heard in a long time. They’re giving out shots like candy in Georgia where my daughters…