I have heard three stories recently of mothers who verbally told their children they wished they hadn’t been born. “Ouch!” for such wounded ones on Mother’s Day. I have friends who, because their moms passed away while they were young, grew up in homes of relatives. Other friends lived with mothers of mental illnesses, alcoholism, and…
Okay, I am coming in like a lamb, rather than a lion for 2016, but there is some sage advice here. You may want to print out a few of these gems sent to me by friends Sherrie and Linda. Also, here is my Broncos friend Vesta Fulghum, 87-years-old, and going strong. Vesta is in…
It was twilight on the Front Range of the Colorado Rockies. I was on a prairie road, tired and heading home. The drive was uneventful until there was this brown chicken in the middle of the road. Obviously, the hen had been hit by a car. I whizzed by; it wasn’t road kill yet, sitting so…