It was 8:00 p.m. on a Saturday night, and mom had just finished giving me and my two older sisters baths.
Dad had been fidgety at dinner and mom unusually quiet. My sisters and I squished togeth
Feeling unusually lonely, I adopted a dog. He was a seven year old Terrier, and despite his age, he acted like a puppy. He whined in his makeshift cage, a cardboard box, all the way home. I laughed
Mom was seventy two when she suffered a minor stroke and contracted pneumonia immediately afterwards. I sat at her bedside reading to her bible verses, Shakespeare, and the daily newspaper waiting for