I stepped from airport baggage claim into the steamy Richmond sun, and found a bench at curbside pick up. I hadn’t seen my father in a while, and a twinge of nerves caught in my throat. When in a good mood, Dad is fun, larger than life in every way. While watching his favorite sitcoms,…
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Traveling on Auto-Potty
With gas prices at an 11-year low, people are packing up and heading out for a busy summer travel season. But the highways, bus stations and airports aren’t the only places that will see a lot of action this summer. With all those travelers on the go, and needing to go, public restrooms will be…
Dresser’s Last Stand
“Mom, can someone finally do something about my dresser?” my daughter Lilly demanded this week. “Oh, is it broken again?” I feigned ignorance. “Yeah, the thing is like, totally falling apart this time,” she told me, but I already knew. Two pulls were missing from the drawers. The mirror was perched precariously on its supporting…
Lost on Memory Lane
Believe it or not, hoarding comes in pretty handy around high school graduation time. Over the years, my family has been concerned about my propensity to save everything from hospital bracelets to matchbooks. But I’ve always felt compelled to squirrel things away, like my old Holly Hobby sewing machine, our daughters’ confirmation dresses, my son’s…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets