The packed SUV sped down the road. It was midday. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day. She should have been zooming toward him. Instead, she watched each matchstick tree pass, becoming…
They were in such a rush. The baby was crying, the little boy lost his shoe, and the mashed potatoes were getting cold. The husband grabbed all the presents…
Her father loved his plants. He mostly grew roses, but when retirement forced him out of his home–the one with the yard for all his rose bushes–he turned to geraniums.…
Dad loved flowers. His green thumb specialized in roses and geraniums. On Saturday mornings, he used kitchen shears and that cerulean fertilizer water the way an artist uses a paint…
My dad’s life was an hourglass, full of tiny grains of sand that marked moments of humor, hard work, love, and great beauty. At times those grains passed slowly from…