Goodbye, Grandma

Dear Grandma, You got comfy in your recliner yesterday afternoon. Snuggled up with your blanket, in that soft pink and white striped top you loved, with a kleenex or two tucked up in your sleeve. “I’m just really, really tired,” you said as you...

A Tribute To Twenty

The Accident On November 10, 1985, my father and my uncle Phil were hit head-on by a drunk driver while out doing some Christmas shopping. Both Dad and Phil were badly injured. When the paramedics arrived, my usually convivial father was combative and swearing like a...