This Christmas is different from my treasured Christmases Past.
People often ask me the why of what I do, and I’ve finally found the words to explain—painting lets me communicate when words fail. When I need painting inspiration I simply go into the yard and spend a few minutes communing with my colorful, petaled friends. The flowers are my paint.
A swath of royal purple corduroy is finally put to use in a homemade quilt 46 years in the making. My mom would love that her great-granddaughter is enjoying the sewing she started long ago.
Gene Medaris (1929-2019) My father passed away yesterday, after a long journey through the shadows of dementia. He was my
Why had I waited so long to get extra care for Dad? Two reasons: foolish pride and a foolish vow.
We'd made it home for Christmas. Now it was time for the long road back, and I wasn't sure I was ready to start caregiving again.