For You, Dad!

I’ve lived in my home for over twenty years but rarely spotted a cardinal in our yard. Things changed nearly four years ago . . . after Dad passed away. The day after Dad’s death, I could hear the sweet chirping of a bird as I mowed the backyard. It was louder than the noise…

A Profound Peace

“This is not going to end well.” That’s what I thought as the sudden, torrential downpour overcame us. My husband, Guy arrived home from work on Friday, asking if I felt like going for a road trip to London. He had recently dropped his surface tablet, a device similar to an iPad for those technologically…