Lines in the Sand
Guest post by Lana Christian We all draw lines in the sand. My father drew a line in the sand after he had a near-fatal stroke that left him completely…
Guest post by Lana Christian We all draw lines in the sand. My father drew a line in the sand after he had a near-fatal stroke that left him completely…
Sometimes our relationship with a loved one is like oil and water—they just don’t mix. Apart from a history of abuse, our personalities may simply clash enough that sparks fly…
Guest post by E.V. Sparrow Walking outdoors is Mama’s chief love. I encouraged the treadmill idea, but she refused. Her trash collecting mission gets her outside in the green and…
When Henry married Linda, he willingly stepped into the role of devoted father to her three children from a previous marriage. Four years later, an aneurysm burst in Linda’s brain,…
Guest post by Diana Derringer In light of recent events, Mom and I discussed difficult decisions ahead. Although exhausted, her voice brightened when she threw in a question. “Did I…
“Mr. Kirk, we’re painting birdhouses today. Would you like to join us?" “No.” More than once, the staff at the assisted living center where my dad spent the last two…