Farewell Nancy Mae

I know she can hear me… Her eyes closed, pressed into drug induced coma.  The air from the oxygen clashing with the rattling rasp coming from her throat.         The death rattle.  I recognize it. So much I want to say but as I go to speak my words catch and my eyes well and the … More Farewell Nancy Mae

In Hilda’s Farmhouse

As I carefully unwrapped each fragile teacup, each plate, I was overwhelmed with emotion.  Each dish is over a hundred years old, hand painted from Denmark, and so beautiful.  How did the young newlywed, the new farm wife, feel as she carefully unwrapped such fine things on her wedding?  A hundred years separates and joins … More In Hilda’s Farmhouse

A Letter To Young Parents…(to avoid the woulda, coulda, shouldas)

Dear Parents of Small Children, There are some things that are not told that should be told.  You may hear that time flies and you will be left alone, so enjoy your kids.  That is the extent of what we hear!  My youngest turned sixteen yesterday.  A brilliant young girl, soon to be a mama … More A Letter To Young Parents…(to avoid the woulda, coulda, shouldas)