My twelve-year-old son gave away the last thing his father ever bought him.

Three mornings later, our front lawn was covered with forty-seven open umbrellas.Patio, Lawn & Garden

It started on a rainy afternoon when Eli came home soaked from head to toe. I opened the front door with a dish towel over one shoulder, already tired from a long day and annoyed because the pharmacy had called again about a prescription still listed under my late husband’s name…. Continue Reading