Growing up, the days of the week carried their own special meanings. Mondays meant meatloaf for dinner, and Fridays were always meatless. Tuesdays and Thursdays blur in my memory, but Saturdays alternated between baked beans and pancakes. Sundays were reserved for the “big dinner”—usually a roasted something or other. But for my siblings and me, Continue reading

When did the face change into one that strongly resembled another from long ago? This isn’t the face that belonged to the vibrant young woman known for her smile and pleasant disposition. That young woman was active—walking miles each day, running to catch a ball, or riding a bike. The face showing itself today is Continue reading

The knitting needles clicked rhythmically as the red yarn wrapped around them, twisting into tiny knots that formed the fabric of a small woolen sweater. It was unmistakably for a child. Her hands moved with practiced ease, but her thoughts wandered, weaving images of the little one who would one day wear it. The park Continue reading