Hunting season starts this weekend, and it's got me thinking about the time I went "hunting" with my dad. We traipsed through the woods for, like, FOREVER ~ he with his rifle on his shoulder and me looking like an escapee from a juvenile detention center in my humungous blaze orange jumpsuit so big on … Continue reading Memories
Last week I cleaned my mother's closet. She needed space. For her shoes. For her clothes. For her walker to go in front of her as she prepares to leave the rehab facility where she has been recovering from back surgery. So out went the boxes of paperwork she had collected over the years and … Continue reading Create a Little Space Today.