Dead houses In part 2 of this post, I dug into two very revealing dreams about my parents. Today on…
From mess to miracle Have I mentioned that my Brandon is the real-life version of Pig-Pen from the Peanuts/Charlie Brown…
Remembering and forgetting Have you heard, seen or smelled something recently that reminded you of a special person, place or…
Two different things The next paragraph was inspired by my pal Charlene—in a very good way. Food. Fido. Friends. Have…
by Frankie Ann Smythe On my way to work on Tuesday, God reached down and saved my life. Again. The…
The funeral and the will In part 4, I mentioned that we’d be going on a peaceful adventure the week…
The fog You were the fog… …the fog in the house. Ever-present, but never there. You took me to school.…
To Sam My precious son, my Sam, so young and yet so wise, I see your dark brown hair and…
Thanking the right one Well, Peaceful Readers, this five-part post grew slowly. I’m sorry for the delay. As it grew,…
Happy Anniversary and Happy Birthday—gifts from sociopaths Welcome back, Peaceful Readers. In this post, we’ll continue walking through some of…