My Babies Are Enough

The girls from the high school track team are sitting at their own round tables, separated from their parents.  I am sitting at a table with some of their parents.  The party favors that I had tied up with navy blue and gold ribbons help to add some color, but other than them, the white linen-tablesContinue reading “My Babies Are Enough”

My First Forty Years

Even well into my adulthood, I did not understand parents who said that their reason for not wanting to die was that they didn’t want to leave their children.  Why would they worry about leaving their children?  Their children were healthy and would live.  They, the parents, were the ones whose lives would cease toContinue reading “My First Forty Years”