My mother passed away 21 years ago. She would have turned 81 this past weekend. She was artistic and silly, but beyond that, a woman to whom I never did become close. She kept her thoughts private, clinging to some turmoil my siblings and I didn’t understand. As we grew up, we noticed she spent
For many people, hot summer days often mean traveling with — and to — family. With the kids out of school, summer provides an opportunity for extended visits to grandparents, cousins, or other relatives, and even a chance to send the kids by themselves for an extended stay with family. I remember many summer days
Every Father’s Day since my father passed away in 2009, I reflect about his love of reading. Typically a football, basketball or baseball game blared on the television as a sort of background music while he was deeply immersed in either a paperback mystery or, more likely, a thick historical novel or biography. It was
I don’t want to write about death. I especially don’t want to write about the violent shooting deaths of two teens. I’d rather not meditate on the grief of those teens’ parents, or step into the thoughts and questions I can only guess are spinning through their minds. The what-ifs and whys. Particularly the whys.