I am in the midst of packing up after 29 years here on the farm. The more appropriate term would be an archeological dig. There are years of momentos being excavated. I did not save everything, but I saved a lot! Tooth fairy letters, preschool hand print calendars, drawings of "Me and Mom"-they were ... READ the POST

How do you measure the value of a life well lived? It's been two months since my mother's burial at Arlington National Cemetery. It has taken me this long to write this as the grief that swirls around us all blows in and out like a sea fog. If you have read " Be Safe, Love Mom.." you know some of ... READ the POST