After sharing in the complimentary hot chocolate, my parents and I were soon walking on a narrow, shoveled path toward a tree grove.  With a foot of snow on the ground, we were in a winter wonderland as we sought…

More on the Holiday Catharsis theme… She made him his favorite cake and had Half and Half on hand for his coffee. She would wait to turn on the pot lest his two o’clock arrival turn into three o’clock. She…

I am a sponge. I soak up everything my parents say about me. I can’t hold in all the unspoken words. They drip and splatter until some jarring episode wrings me out. I am a sponge. I wipe up the…