We Love Him Because He Loved Us First–and Most
It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m writing about a Christmas long ago. Why? Because it’s all about the love. Continue reading We Love Him Because He Loved Us First–and Most
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When you have to say goodbye to your big sister
My oldest sister is dying save a miracle. The doctors declared her “terminal.” Her organs are shutting down. She has no hope for recovery. Continue reading When you have to say goodbye to your big sister
Hindsight is, indeed, 20/20…
Looking back on what we had considered difficulties, we often gain the perspective of hindsight… Continue reading Hindsight is, indeed, 20/20…
It’s official: His death was a lifetime ago
Had he lived, he would have celebrated his 50th birthday this year. As of today, he has been dead more days than he’d been alive. Continue reading It’s official: His death was a lifetime ago
Turkey trauma: Me, myself and my memories…
Am I the only one on American soil who isn’t thankful for Thanksgiving? The turkey cooks my goose every year as … Continue reading Turkey trauma: Me, myself and my memories…
The end of the twin era…
I always wanted twins until I got four children at one time. When I was young, I played with my … Continue reading The end of the twin era…
My surprise “happily ever after”…
Today I made a new friend as I stood at the makeup mirror, and as I told her my professional … Continue reading My surprise “happily ever after”…
How our Mitsubishi van became blue…
As I was entering my daughter’s new-to-her minivan yesterday, I noticed something. “Ah! It has a sunroof,” I stated. It … Continue reading How our Mitsubishi van became blue…
Once an English teacher, always an English teacher…
I had carefully planned and shopped and done everything in my power to avoid shopping on Christmas Eve. When our … Continue reading Once an English teacher, always an English teacher…
An afghan as a symbol of regret…
My husband noticed something was wrong. At first I hesitated. Then I told him, “No, it’s stupid.” “I can tell … Continue reading An afghan as a symbol of regret…
We Returned to the River Without Him and It Hurt So Good
It’s difficult to return to a favorite spot you’d always shared with someone you loved but is gone. But this year we returned to the river — and the missing was good. Continue reading We Returned to the River Without Him and It Hurt So Good
All Things Work Together 