Jimmy, my husband, actually posed this question in the truck. I laughed and changed the topic. I could not deal with it at the time....

I’ve written two blogs this week. Actually, I’ve been trying to not write this one. But it kept tugging at me like a little kid, wanting...

Hard to label it. People are leaving. A friend’s son died, a friend’s husband died, a friend is moving away. It is the normal cycle, but...

What space does Labor Day occupy with you? My family has always been heavy with blue collar workers. Have I always been grateful for who...