We got lost on the roads of our childhood when we had to take a detour, but we retrieved some memories and created new ones.
I was too cheap to pay for a DNA analysis, but I was intrigued enough to imagine what my sample would reveal. Here are my unscientific results.
This Mother’s Day has me remembering how hard my mother worked to feed us. She showed us love every day with her potato cooking skills.
Ever had a night when you couldn’t sleep? Occasionally I have a sleepless night and this essay tells all about my goofy escapades dealing with my insomnia.
When Dad retired he announced he was going to ‘help’ Mom grocery shop, something she had done successfully without his input for decades. This is the story of how their relationship weathered the challenge.
Losing a sibling changed my life forever. I had kept it to myself but when I wrote about it I found others eager to connect and support each other.
When I was sick for several weeks, my husband showed me extreme empathy. Was I able to return the favor? I reveal all in this humor essay.
It has been 4 years since I lost my sister Linda and I haven’t written about her until now. It is an appropriate season to break my writing silence about her since she loved the holidays.
This month families will gather all over America to enjoy quality time, and share a marathon Thanksgiving dinner. Can this be overwhelming, with potentially awkward moments? How do you keep conversation flowing as smooth as the gravy?
At age five I started celebrating my birthday helping to harvest the family potato crop. This post gives a flavor of what that was like.