Ghosts, and witches, and zombies, oh my! Driving to and fro as chores beckon, I can’t help but notice the decorations honoring autumn and celebrating Halloween. It makes me smile and sigh at the same time. Just thinking about the energy required to festoon a house with little skeleton lights a month before the Christmas lights go up makes me… Read More
The Drive
After leaving my father’s farm, I decided to drive the short distance to where my mother’s grave site is located. Two miles from the farm take a right, go about another mile south (not too far past Edna’s old farm!), and there is the tiny, almost hidden cemetery. The autumn-clad trees surrounding the small meadow wore reds, golds, and coppery… Read More
The Mourning After
The open barn door both invited and repelled. I had not been inside for more years than I can recall. Despite the dust and decay, my memories of how it used to look were intact. Did I want to disturb the dream? The reason I had returned to my childhood home was to help my siblings write thank you notes… Read More
Kindess
As my siblings and I arrange the funeral for my father, I offered to contact a florist. Operating on a budget, we nonetheless wanted flowers that echo the essence of Dad. Flowers festive enough for celebrating his life, and masculine enough to indicate his love of hunting, fishing, and the outdoors. My husband called Vicky Chenoweth, a kind and compassionate… Read More
The Blinking Light
My father died Saturday night. I knew it was coming. In some far-off distant “it’s not going to happen to me†way we all know death is coming, but I believed there was more time for him. For us. My heart said he would beat the doctor’s prognosis because my dad was strong. In fact in my mind he was… Read More
A Pint For A Pint
I have a bit of a love hate relationship with the American Red Cross. I love what they do, but I don’t always love the way they do it. I’m referring to their various blood drives and my part in them. Once I started donating years ago, I began getting phone calls, emails, and cards in the regular mail. Each… Read More
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