There are some moments that I tuck away when I meet someone special. I had one of those moments with Jay. He was my daughter’s father-in-law. He was bald and wore dark-rimmed glasses. He always sported a pair of suspenders. His smile lit up the room. He was a congeal man with a gentle spirit….
Tea Party in Heaven
The words hit like a bolt of lightning on my e-mail screen. “My mom is dying. Do you think the amount of sadness is determined by how much you love someone? I must really love my mom,” the next words read, “because this really hurts.” This e-mail from Regina, my friend of twenty years, stopped…
The Purple Cow
In honor of my Dad’s birthday in Heaven During seventh grade, I came home to find my Gran serving tea to six nuns in our kitchen. My teacher, Sister Mary Theresa, was one of them. She was ironing our clothes. Seriously, my teacher was ironing my uniform blouse. She said, “Hello, Anne! Come sit with…
Moist Wipes…a Sign From Heaven
My father-in-law, Gordon Lion, was one of the kindest men I know.Years ago I called him Gordo, but when he came to Florida in his later years, it changed to Pop. He had a welcoming smile and bright blue eyes. He attracted people with his gentle ways. At his assisted living facility, he carried hard…
Blessed Writer
I’m a writer, an author even. Writers are different people. Writers bear their souls to make you feel. We pull emotions from a place you may not have been aware even existed inside yourself. The reader may weep, feel inspired, get mad as hell, spit out their coffee with laughter. If a reader laughs so…