I bumped into a friend walking her dog last evening. When I asked how she was, she raised her eyebrows in exasperation and said, “I
Year: 2017
There are no others
Before the stroke, dad used to talk to anybody, anywhere. It didn’t matter. Waitress, cashier, postal clerk at the counter, stranger on the street. He
Sorrow and hope
Sometimes I am privileged to hear personal stories during the course of a day. Here are two about life’s sorrows and hopes. Although details have