Navigating through loss and living, grief and laughter by the merry widow.
I’m not sure why there was such a rush for girls to be engaged by the time they were seniors in university. It was called the “senior panic” in the one I attended, and that was down in sunny South Carolina, with the moss laden trees, and melt-in-your-mouth biscuits.
My oldest son, now 18, called me at work the other day for some reason I don’t recall. I think it was about his college applications. After that, he asked how everyone was doing and somehow we got onto the subject of his father. He wanted to know if I thought his dad went to [...]
