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…
I was already feeling bad about uprooting the orange and black pansies – flourishing in their pots since October – for the sole reason that they look like Halloween, not Spring.“I’m sorry,” I whispered to them. “You have been very…