The following post reappears in March, a favorite post of my followers. Every year, as I struggle to survive February, I look forward to March Madness. Then for several weeks, I indulge in TV watching, cheering for my teams and yelling at double the volume. March Madness provides the perfect emotional release, adrenalin rush and …
Because we have busy schedules, we rarely see each other. This boy child who has become a man in such a short time — my only living child, my Caleb. Yet each time we are together, the emotional umbilical cord feels as strong as if it had never experienced a physical separation. We sit in …
It happened so quickly, I blacked out. Even now, I have no idea how I turned my foot on that last deck step. I have descended those steps hundreds of times. Somehow, this time was different. As I woke up twisted in the grass, I was certain something weird had happened to my right foot. …