Kenny, I Miss You

When I was in the fourth grade my brother Kenny was born. Our Mother had been ill during this pregnancy, it was a difficult one and both of them almost didn’t make it. We lived in a very small two-bedroom house — my older brother John and my younger brother Brent shared a bedroom, my Mother and [...]



Funerals Are Always So Unexpected

 
 
 
How do these things begin? This time it was with an e-mail to my husband. We were sitting in our usual places — he on his big overstuffed leather recliner/rocker, in which he never reclines, with his laptop on his lap and I on my big overstuffed lazy-boy recliner sofa with MY laptop on my [...]