Mysterious Ways
y husband’s leukemia—which we’d hoped was in remission—was back. Russ had undergone chemotherapy immediately after his diagnosis 11 months earlier and done so well. We’d even been making plans for a getaway. Now he had to go
Micah’s Big Move
I stood in the doorway of my daughter Micah’s bedroom, not wanting to step into what resembled a toxic waste dump. Black garbage bags bulging with stuff she insisted wasn’t trash. A tower of overflowing storage bins. Mountains of clothes all over the
