These are historic times. We all know it. Previously unseen events unfold . Many we hope to never see  again.  Postings of rock concert crowds and soccer fans in the stadium are replaced by those of our prettiest petunias and our most impressive pizza.  For some, perhaps the lonely face of a white haired loved one through a window.  So awake are we to the significance of this season of our lives that institutions…

“There are good days and bad days.” The words come out of my mouth. I sense an odd discomfort. The phrase once belonged to my brother Tim and later my late husband John. Each lived with pain awaiting their death.  It was a way of saying “Some days it hurts a little less than others.”…

I found myself careening down a mountain, my hands gripping the steering wheel, and rarely uttered prayers slipping out of my mouth up toward the heavens.  The gas gauge read 0 miles.  Zero. None. No more.  I had already gone 7 miles on 0 miles of gas left in my tank and panic was setting in.  This…

I instantly recognized the evidence.  They were back.  My heartrate sped up. “This time will be different,” I told myself. This time I know what I’m dealing with. Three years ago I noticed a few. I was curious. I admired their beauty.  The next day there were more, and along with them large swaths of…

“It’ll keep for a few days, won’t it?” he asked. My eyes got big. I smiled nervously. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “I’m not sure I can be trusted with it,” I said. The last quarter of the dense, moist two-layer spice birthday cake with thick buttercream frosting sat on the china dinner plate.  If it…

50% capacity. Phase 4 of re-opening. Such phrases have become all too common to us over the past 5 months as our country continues to open, and re-close due to COVID-19. The past 5 months have also provided their share of hardship and new beginnings for domestic violence survivors who had no other option but…