Trains, tracks and grief
By 2008, if you had asked me, I would have told you that grief felt like a freight train with no tracks. It could bear down in a way that...
When colors come together
For the older man in the white shirt who started slumping in his seat, the high- profile and hotly-contested college football game began...
Grief in the 21st century
This cautionary tale is worth digesting. When my father died two years ago in a hospital near my home, but an hour away from his, I left...
An admirable election
I was recently privileged to follow two candidates, of sorts, in an election, of sorts. Given our current political climate, I may have...
Belmont...revisited
Charles and I married on a Thursday night in 1969 after my sophomore year at Belmont – pretty sure I had my last exam on the Tuesday...
A field of courage
Eight years after 9/11, I was driving the 700 miles alone to visit a grand in Pennsylvania. Somewhere along the way, I had this...
Being present
Hiked this trail last weekend. Now Mama, before you put those hands on your hips in Heaven with that Rebecca Ann look, I was not alone....
Who knows?
Back in 2000, I loved the Tom Hanks movie “Cast Away.” The story line is essentially that of Hanks stranded on a deserted South Pacific...
