I lost a lot of Mother's Days sometime between there and here. I was tired but mostly I didn't want the conflict. Elizabeth spent weekends with her father; she spent Mother's Day with her grandmother but she always came home... Read more →

It's 2 am and I'm an hour late. I know one of them will be waiting at the top of the stairs and it's crapshoot. My mother will be in the recliner with a book or my father will be... Read more →