While young children squealed in glee over discovered Easter eggs filled with chocolates and rainbow colored jelly beans and families gathered together in laughter around extravagant brunch tables, she brought…
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…