It’s been a week now since “Our Father Who Art in Chino Valley” left behind a legacy of love, humor … More
Testing each step, I found the carpet in the living room and made for the fireplace. It was so dark I could barely see the outlines of furniture. “Ouch!” I whispered as a toe found Mom’s steel ashtray. “Oomph!” as my tummy ran into Dad’s music stand. Finally, I made contact with the hearth. One, two, three stockings I felt. Excitedly, I grasped mine. It was full of unseen wonders. Curious to know what all lay inside, I stuck to the mission, feeling around until a likely suspect came to my grasp. It had to be chocolate, I just knew it.
Dear Ma, Yesterday was the 10th anniversary of the day you left this plane. Just as you preferred, no tears, … More
His eyes don’t focus as they once did, but the twinkle in them remains bright. Cochlear nerve damage from piloting a … More