The Never-Ending Process of Mourning

The Never-Ending Process of Mourning

I was cleaning out a closet in my house when I pulled out a tub of crocheted items and felt a lump lodge in my throat. My father—who would have turned 70 this week but succumbed to pancreatic cancer in 2004—had made the items for me and my daughters during my...

It Ain’t Just Me

All right. I know you’ve heard me brag about my husband, Russ. And you’re probably thinking, “Ah, she’s still got her rose-colored glasses on.” But trust me–after 19 years of marriage, all illusions are gone. So what I’m left with is the real deal. Yes, he does...