Sunday dinner was usually at our house in town as the years passed. We had grown kids now, just one still at home. Mom and Dad would stop by after church, before heading back out to the ranch. Mom would sit in my chair down in the living room, thumbing through a magazine, humming softly…

It starts to snow midday as we get ready for our first errand together since recovering. We might have cancelled, if it weren't important. It hasn’t snowed here since Christmas, yet my first reaction is a vague trepidation. I’m doing the driving until my guy gets stronger. He’s the snow driver. The roads are still…

When you’re sick you have plenty of time to think. It’s not that linear, logical thinking that solves a problem or takes you somewhere . . . but rather the more common pattern of short visits to many places and times, conscious and subconscious links. The impetus, an awareness of the brevity of time and…