My little sister, Laurel, was born August 11, 1933. We were all really delighted to have another girl in the family. About a year before we had lost Carolyn, the only other girl in the family, at the age of fourteen months, through a sad accident and until Laurel came along, we were all very lonely for he Read More...

In January, my mother will have been dead 25 years. We weren’t prepared for her to die. It makes it hard to talk about her. In the back of my mind, not talking about her keeps her alive.
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Laurel came downstairs laughing one morning and said, “I had the funniest dream last night. I dreamed of Paul Nicolvelle Read More...