I am typically excited to close out a year and welcome the next. Not this year, though. I will be inching into a year that…
I have dreaded this day, since the day my Mom died in July. My first Christmas without her. No, I’ve not spent all 57 Christmases…
Her hugs, warm and lingering. Her giggle, it reminded me of my Grandpa, her Dad. Her smell, a mixture of hairspray, Suave lotion, Arm&Hammer detergent…
Where do I begin? Let’s start with a question most of us ask all the time…How are you? It seems easy enough, but for those…