This past week, my stepson was brutally murdered. He was 24 years old. Because of the circumstances of his death, we have no remains to bury. All we have are tears, photographs and perhaps later on a few ashes. On top of our loss, we have been criticized and judged Read more…
This post is based on my childhood memories. I hope it doesn’t offend other relatives. A Tale of True Amazing Grace Maybe it was the images and memories of the Vietnam War or it could have been the car wreck after he was discharged from the Army, Read more…
There’s a burnt mark near my back door. A guest, whom I was trying to help, set the linoleum on fire. She tried to burn down my house. Deliberately. That was years ago. Recently, I mopped over the charred spot and thought, “Why did she do that?” I was Read more…