Happiness. It's relative.
I made 110 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with my friend, Christina, today. Another volunteer slipped each sandwich in a plastic bag and stacked it in the box with all the others. I learned that I am a very fast maker of peanut butter… Continue Reading “My Brother John’s Peanut Butter Sandwiches”
I knew the carving knife would be dull. There are things men don’t cook when they lose their wives. Things that need carving would be on that list. An Easter ham, a Thanksgiving turkey. So I was betting the carving knife I pulled out… Continue Reading “Knife Skills”
If you are estranged from a family member, you might not know whether he or she is still alive. This is an odd concept for many of my friends whose families vacation together, babysit each other’s kids, and celebrate every holiday together. Would anyone… Continue Reading “Happy Birthday, Sis, Assuming You’re Still Alive”
There was only one reason why my father would be calling me. My mother must be dead. He explained how it happened, how just last week he had given up taking care of her at home, that for the third time, she’d gone limp… Continue Reading “Prepare a Place For Me”
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