Behind That White Picket Fence

When my daddy was sick and dying of pancreatic cancer in 2006, I learned a lot. One thing I learned is that we never really know what someone is going through. I remember leaving my parents’ house one evening after spending time with them when he was sick. They lived in a traditional southern style […]

One Year of Blogs

I say it all the time, and the older I get, the more true it is: time flies. It has been one year since I started “blogging.” I started it as my own form of therapy a month after my mother died, and I do believe it has helped me cope with her death. If […]

If Only I Could Call Them

When Daddy was dying, it seemed the thing he hated most about dying was thinking about what he was going to miss. He said he wasn’t afraid of what would happen to him, but he was sad he would miss his family, and he would miss some of the big moments. I think, we, the […]