Look Up, Press On

I got a call from my neighbor last night. The other day I had left some flowers on her doorstep. Her husband passed away three days after Christmas. He was eighty-three. "I just have to keep going, I guess," she said to me over the phone that night. I woke up this morning with her words still with me. It's … Continue reading Look Up, Press On

Our Lives in Only Four Words

Last Thursday night, my husband, the kids and I drove up California Interstate 5, San Francisco bound, late into the early morning -- kids fast asleep in the backseat. It took nearly eight hours with three stops.  But we finally rolled onto my mother-in-law's driveway at a perky 2:30am. The garage door opened with a familiar hum against the … Continue reading Our Lives in Only Four Words