Shopping for gifts for the man who has everything is no small order. We have so many gift choices, which also means we have greater difficulty selecting that one special something. The good news is experiences as gifts can come to the rescue!
Bump In The Night
This time it is the younger of the toppings the son! He is calling to ask if he can stay at his friend’s house for the night. No problem I answer him, I know the friend and I also know he is not far from us if there is a problem. I am half a sleep and hear him say “thanks mom” and click he is gone
Mother’s Day
Always just listening
Even late in the night
When hours escape her sleep
He’s Just Paul
Paul is older now. He’s sixty years old and lives on his own. He’s mentally challenged, or intellectually handicapped, and he’s a real character.
Moons, Mystics and Oracles
My husband has been dead now for almost a year. He had lung cancer, which eventually went to his brain. He had been so ill for so long; five years, in fact. He fought the good fight. A soldier, a warrior of death and dying. But it took him in the end, and along with him, a part of me too.
My Christmas Without You
So I rented two rooms at a hotel downtown so the children and I could feel like we were away somewhere. Anywhere but home, where those memories are so sharp and clear.
Heartfelt Thank You Cards: A Story of Gratitude and Connection
Thank you cards are a great way to foster connection. They are so much more than just a simple “thanks.” You can use them as a way to reconnect with someone, start a conversation, or truly let that person know what they mean to you.
The Void
I, on the other hand, worried. That was my job. I worried about you, I worried about our future, I worried about my own health. I worried you would fall or have a stroke, or that you’d die without anyone by your side, without someone to hold your hand and help you to be calm.
It’s the Little Things
He used to bring me coffee in bed, we would lie there and talk, starting our weekend mornings with a cup of java was always the best. He used to squeeze my hand so tight as we would take our walks here and there, holding hands like teenagers. He used to surprise me with special gifts on special days.
Moms and Bank Robbers
That day, the bank was having a bake sale as a fundraiser for a local charity. Mom, of course, wanted to look at the baking after she finished her banking. So when she finished up with the teller, we wandered over to the baking table where we ran into Mary, one of Mom’s past employees.
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