February 2021
What I’m reading February was a month for savoring books, and I read some great ones. In fact, I did something this month I never do: I read the same book — Tana French’s The Searcher — not once, but…
A promise kept
Today would have been my mother-in-law’s birthday. A dozen years ago, Nona entered hospice with Stage 4 ovarian cancer. During the long days and nights that followed, she and I talked, often about her children and grandchildren and her hopes…
