The Cat Lady
Guest post by Toni Lepeska My mother was a cat lady. And I resented it. My irritation grew each Sunday afternoon I spent scouring a half dozen litter boxes. As…
Sign, Sign, Everywhere a Sign
I walked into my parents’ house one day, and the stand that had held at least a dozen lush plants was gone. “What happened to your plants?” I asked Mom.…
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…
Oil and Water
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…
The Concrete Gutter
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…
Caregiver Extraordinaire
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,…