by Frankie Ann Smythe We spent all our lives learning to go, go, goAway from a place called home.We came…
The funeral and the will In part 4, I mentioned that we’d be going on a peaceful adventure the week…
The twelve and the letters Hello, Peaceful Readers. Do you remember the time when I wore my slippers to my…
Surprise, surprise, surprise If you read the first series on this blog, you’ll recognize the secondary title—Surprise, Surprise, Surprise—from several…
Doing the work of grieving Now that you’ve decided to do the work of grieving and you’ve carved out the…
The third time Have you ever gone to a movie and been totally disgusted or bored out of your mind,…
How long? Most of us remember asking our parents these kinds of questions on long car rides: “When will we…
The dream and September’s second sneak attack September was a hoppin’, happenin’ month—lots of family birthdays, two sneak attacks, a…