Dancing in the Mine Fields
I sat on the porch step with the phone to my ear and stared out at the yard. I didn’t say anything for a moment, because I wasn’t sure how to respond. For weeks, we’d hoped that stereotactic radiosurgery (SRS) could
He’s in the Waiting
In June, my husband was due for a scan, but not feeling any urgency, we pushed it off until mid-July. He had an MRI done here in town, and the scans were snail-mailed to his neurosurgeon at Mayo Clinic. Then
The Eternity of Daffodils
This week, my five-year-old daughter overheard that two of my in-laws’ puppies died during birth. My daughter is a sensitive soul, and this news greatly disturbed her. But not for the reason you might expect. She wondered if they were going
Our Own Little House
This week, at the library, I checked out some illustrated Little House on the Prairie books for my daughters. It’s been a long time since I read the series or watched the Michael Landon + Melissa Gilbert episodes on TV, and
A New Foundation
I clean blood from behind my husband’s ears with our daughters’ tearless shampoo. Muddy shoes on the front porch, his truck parked where he left it after planting apple trees, putting his t-shirts away and then wearing one just so