“Yes, tell us,” we say, looking at this one, our friend who’s plowing a tough road just now, life hammering hard.  “What did you do?” “I got my GED.”  She

Why, it was only Sunday last that I’d seen him sport three new shades of red, squirming in discomfort upon receiving unwanted attention from an adult he didn’t know.  And

From far-flung states, they’d come.  From a far-off country, too, just over the great, big pond, they’d journeyed, drawn, each one, with that imperceptible pull toward home, toward family, toward

Somehow, the conversation turned to a supremely difficult time of testing that The Mister had been through some years back.  “How long,” I asked him, “was it tough and miserable?”

With the boys back in school now, things at our house are finally settling into a routine for the baby and me.  The first week was a little dicey.  He

Wednesday:  By now, mother needs mocha or she will high-center on fabled mid-week hump and will never make it over.  En route to purchasing her “therapy in a cup,” she

I may have sniffed, flipping one shoulder up with a dismissive wave of the hand.  “But what if I can’t anymore?  Maybe…maybe I’ll quit.”  He shot me a look.  I