I remember the VHS machine perched on top of our oak TV stand whirring to life; chunk-clunk the tape slid in and the movie started. Three littles were bundled into warm blankets with favorite teddy bears wedged all around them on the couch, the cord from the hanging lamp snaking …
It was so tiny it didn’t even register on the Richter scale of my life. This little need, this ticklish, gnawing desire would wave it’s arms in front of my face every now and then, demanding attention only to be pushed aside by more important issues like wondering if I …
Her obituary read like many others; a picture of her at the top and underneath a listing of family members left to mourn her loss, names of other family members who had passed on before her and of course her birth date and date of death separated only with a …