by Linda Stuart | Feb 10, 2016 | Funerals, Death, and Dying
With sleep-filled eyes and a shaky voice, her small index finger extended in my direction. “I…don’t…like…you,” she announced. Apparently, my plan to win her over with a green stretchy bracelet had failed miserably. Attempting to veil my...
by Linda Stuart | Feb 10, 2016 | Ritual Moments
I heard the key rattle in the front door and bolted from the kitchen table. Cartwheeling (for real) my way down the hall to the front door, I arrived just in time to leap into his arms. My Dad was home. A self-proclaimed “Daddy’s Girl,” I have always adored him. I’m...
