Nancy Wolf headed across the country with a friend, but like all of us with children, she couldn’t quite leave them behind. Read more from Nancy on her blog, Witty Worried and Wolf. THE VIEWS OUTSIDE THE WINDOWS OF MY FRIEND CAROLINE’S CAR ARE SPECTACULAR. Ever changing landscapes that look like moonscapes so unusual are …
When there was a loud thunderstorm, my Dad would come into my childhood bedroom and make sure I was well-covered by his old gray U.S. Marine Corps blanket. He would remind me that if anything bad ever happened while I was sleeping, four Marines were ready to jump out of the blanket to rescue me. …
Our 29-year-old daughter, Liz, asked if she and her husband, Brian, could come over on a Wednesday night in early April. Sure, I said; they lived only thirty minutes away. But my husband Jim and I were surprised that our daughter and son-in-law wanted to trek across the city during rush hour to our house …
Besotted with love. Bewitched by his every move. Can’t stop thinking about him. Wondering what he is doing now. Wait one minute, then wondering again. Looking at pictures of him over and over. He isn’t much to look at. Pretty much bald, over-size head, big ears, small mouth. But I think he is beautiful. WHO KNEW I …
When my sister and I were away at overnight summer camp, our Mom sent us daily letters. 8 summers, 8 weeks each summer. You do the math! Every day the mail was delivered, we could read a letter from Mom. Each letter started the same way. “I hope this letter finds you well and happy.” …
