Heeding My Motherly Intuition
The first time the small white pickup slowed to an idle and the driver with the snaggletooth grin asked if I needed a ride, I was on my cell phone.“Who’s that?” my best friend asked. “Some hillbilly.” I watched to
I Know Just How You Feel
As I plodded through the sleepless period of my newborn daughter’s life, the greatest kindness was when other mothers reached out and told me that they had been there, too; that they knew what it was like to count down
Lockjaw & Love
On Wednesday night, my jaw started hurting while chewing beef stroganaff I’d accidentally made with bottom round rather than top. I took Randy’s hand and held it up to my face. “Rub my jaw,” I commanded.“What?” he asked. “Can’t you
Climbing to New Heights
Two weeks ago my husband, Randy, was working on our chimney while I sat under the front porch writing. The wind swayed the trees bordering the field and spun the outdoor ceiling fans; hummingbirds buzzed each other like tropical insects
My Best Friend’s Wedding
At sixteen, when I tried hooking you up with my husband, Randy, before I realized that I wanted him for myself, I told you about his gun-toting, mountain man physique that was similar to Daniel Day-Lewis in Last of the