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....

Dear Dwight and Kathy, I don’t know many people who have “made it” together for fifty years. Fifty years is a long time. And you made it!...

Sister, you have been sick for weeks. Sicker than I’ve ever known you to be. I keep looking back over my shoulder, remembering our youth...

A little headache. I’m wondering if it’s barometric pressure. A sunny day, then boom! a cloud and sudden splats of rain, then the...

What is this about? I probably go to lunch with one of my friends twice a month. I couldn’t care less about where we go, how fancy it is,...

She was probably in her seventies. Salt-and-pepper hair. Her cart was stalled, and she was looking at vases in an aisle in the Dollar...

I’m sharing a poem today. It was written by Bob Hicok. I came across it days before my support group met. (I facilitate a support group...

Jessica, my mail carrier, beat me to the mailbox yesterday, so I’m taking Christmas cards into downtown Norfork, population 511. My...

My mother left when I was 14. Daddy sat on the floor in a corner. He drank too much. But I had my six brothers and my five sisters. As...

The tail end of fall is falling outside. Leaves pile up. A holy thing. My husband is disturbed by the leaves and wants time to mow them....