I married relatively later in life, and so being unfamiliar with some of its rituals, had asked my friend Pam about a rather important one in particular.
I flew to Ohio last weekend to plant a tree.
Not just any tree, but a Kentucky Coffee Tree in memory of my sister Anna.
You see, we were all born in Kentucky, and my sister was to coffee what alcoholics are to vodka. Continue reading “Kentucky Coffee Tree”
The story behind the advent of Easter fascinates me.
I was raised Southern Baptist, so am familiar with the religious accounting of the death and resurrection of Jesus. Continue reading “Chocolate bunnies and atonement”
It’s been three months since my sister’s passing, and so I checked in with my brother-in-law Joe to see how he is holding up.
Today’s the day I will muster my courage and empty my husband’s dresser.
As I approach the much dreaded two-year mark of his passing, I know I have made great progress “getting on with my life” as it were. But ridding my bedroom of his presence has not been a part of that yet. Continue reading “Empty drawers”
When my sister Anna died, I sent a text shout-out to my friends asking that they not send flowers.
I am going to sound like a total ingrate in this post, but honestly, that is not my intention.