One Woman: The Helpless Widow

One Woman: The Helpless Widow

I was in a hurry, if you must know. I was driving an hour and a half for my baby sister’s graduation, and a couple of unplanned errands put me behind schedule. One of the stops was a quick gas-up, and I was going about it rather briskly. Swipe the card. Open the...
Getting What We Want

Getting What We Want

Last night as I was helping a friend get her children ready for trick-or-treating, her 3-year-old son burst out, “Trick or treat, smell my feet . . .” and couldn’t remember the ending. So I added, “Give me something good to eat.” He...