Crochet and Cancer

I stood in the dark at the end of New Years–the pop and fizz of fireworks long gone–hugging the crocheted blanket and sobbing for my daddy. My father’s been dead for more than six years. Cancer. And while I don’t think of him everyday because quite frankly...

Mr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde

It’s amazing the ferocity of a mother’s protective instinct. Hunters know the last place they want to be caught is between a momma bear and her cub. On the reverse, a human mother in Quebec actually fought off a full-sized polar bear to protect her three children. I...