Last night my classmates celebrated our 45th high school reunion. I keep thinking it can’t be true! I would have enjoyed being there had I been in Walla Walla, but I wasn’t. I was on a mountain indulging my photography addiction with two of my favorite people. At 45 years out from high school, I …
When the old year faded and this New Year began, I heard faint rustling like the swish of rayon and taffeta in the next room. Immediately, I recognized the flutter of anticipation and knew its source. I imagined that amidst eager chatter, bits of laughter and some last minute decisions, about which dress gloves best …
On the eve to Mother’s Day, I’m thinking about my mom. Three and a half years ago, I spoke with her for the last time, not knowing that her home going was imminent. At 92, her voice was vibrant, her mind keen, and her love for me deep. The next morning she was gone in …