Chatty. Effervescent. Articulate. Fancy. Limber.
I remember the morning the hospice called to tell me Dad had quietly passed away. It was relatively early—like a few minutes after 7 a.m. I don’t even think I’d … Read more
On the day I turned 21, my dad handed me a yellow-tinged envelope. Inside was quite possibly the best gift I’ve ever received or, at least, the most heartfelt.
It was … Read more