I gazed out my kitchen window as my husband, Mark, climbed up his ladder to begin cutting away the bare branches of our Chinese Persimmon tree in our backyard. Watching Mark wield his saw this way and that way, as each leafless, fruitless branch fell to the ground, I...
Not long ago, my husband and I attended a funeral of a friend, who had been killed by a car while riding his Harley motorcycle. His name wasDon Burns. He was a wonderful husband, father, brother, son and friend. He was taken from us without warning, in an instant.No...
