The first time I told her that I loved her, she went silent and, finally, told me thank you. I thought that maybe she didn't go in for that sappy stuff. Her son, my husband Douglas, told me that she was never warm and cuddly to her children, either. It was how she was raised.... Continue Reading →
Offering A Little Comfort is All We Can Do Sometimes
A dear friend asked me to give words of comfort for the family at the funeral of her 22-year-old son. He died last Friday night in a car crash. This is the second funeral in which the same person has asked me to speak in the last five months. In August, it was the home-going... Continue Reading →
Funeral and Poison Oak
We stood on the beach of the island and wondered how we were going to get to the top. One brother chose a route that started easy but became almost impossible. Another brother went up the steady slope. I followed my sister’s fiancee and my sister followed me up a very steep slope to half... Continue Reading →
