thoughts from a freckle-faced pisces
The time between Mark’s death and his funeral was eight days. The reason for the delay was to allow time for our families, all of whom lived out of town, to get here, and for our favorite priest (who I desperately wanted to do Mark’s funeral) to arrive back in town from a fishing trip … Read more
Five years ago, our youngest daughter went to New York City for two months over the summer for an intensive dance program. Her braveness at such a young age stunned me. She decided what she wanted, saved for it, and then flew to the largest city in the country by herself to chase her dream. … Read more
When Mark took over the backyard to turn it into Green Acres, he dug up some daffodils of mine and replanted them in the front yard. When I saw what he had done I was so mad at him and asked why he couldn’t have just waited a few more weeks until after they had … Read more