After my Nephew passed away in February, I planted some wildflowers seeds as a memorial. ‘Adam’s Garden’ No freakin’ tulips or daffodils. There’s symbolism growing everywhere in the little garden around the patio.
And one chair in which I sit. Continue reading Adam’s Garden
Up off of the sofa, across the floor, and out the door she went. It was the day before Thanksgiving, and being strong like she was, she had allowed herself to celebrate. Newly divorced, the kids all grown and gone, she went by herself to shop for the first Thanksgiving meal to be had by only herself. Continue reading Not Everyone Loves the Holidays