Butterflies and Coins

Butterflies and Coins

My late husband Howard picked up coins. Pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters would appear in his path, and he always, and I mean always, stopped to pick them up. Stooping down from a height of 6’4” was no easy feat, with football knees and medically flat feet, but he...
The Days After

The Days After

A widow named Melody on one of my groups states the mood perfectly: Her wedding day wasn’t the best day of her life, it was the start of many best days. Likewise, the day her beloved died wasn’t the worst day of her life, it’s in living the days...