CAN I DO IT?

I'm breaking my blog silence because something rocked my world this year. My dear, dear friend, Nancy Olson, died. She was the fr...

"Sundays are the worst day," my father told me one day, talking about his occasional loneliness. There is something about...

In between  the beginning  and  the end,  there was a week at  Wildacres  in the North Carolina mountains. This was my third time s...

Two weeks before  the End , there was a beginning: my daughter's marriage. It was a poignant occasion with all of our family ...

(This is the first of three related posts.) Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm. "Come in," she said,...