I have a secret to share: This summer I read countless children’s picture books to myself—not just once, but several times, even at bedtime.Continue Reading
The other day, I reached for a handful of Kleenex for a friend when her tears were the only things I could wipe away.
My little terrier tenderly nudged his nose toward something behind me as I brought him back into the house. I unhooked his leash, not realizing his curiosity and concern were grounded on an injured chickadee lying belly-up—just a foot from us.
Twenty-four nurses trailed into the room. They found seats within the circular configuration of chairs, where I sat. A mound of rocks rested in the middle of the circle.