The Downhill Slide
No one told me my knees would wrinkle. Certainly, they didn’t tell me it would happen overnight. This aging thing . . . this downhill...
Seasons of Life and Storage
Grandma’s attic was always a mystical place for me as a child; I didn’t realize until recently that it was a nostalgic place for Grandma....
Hallelujah for Christmas Break!
I inherited a dominant teasing gene passed down from generations of relatives that loved to laugh. Humor is a coping mechanism for me. It...
Painting, Releasing Arrows, and New Seasons
I’m painting again. Not beautiful portraits or landscapes, but rather walls, furniture, porch swings, and fences. It seems to be a path...
Breathe, Baby, Breathe!
Twenty-four years ago today was the first time I panicked as a mother ; my newborn daughter was forgetting to . . . BREATHE. There may be...
In Every Season
The aching in my chest as I neared the field where my children once played was triggered by a severe bout of nostalgia. Esme, the...