“Mama, play with me?” This is a daily request from my 3-year-old daughter. She is incredibly imaginative and can play independently for a very long time. I love to stand in the doorway and listen to the scenes she expresses out loud; it’s so sweet and special. Sometimes, she sees…
We were supposed to be in Alabama. It had been fifty-six years since my husband graduated from Liberty High. Most every year, his “Liberty High family” consults him about setting a date for the reunion, as he lives farther away than any of the others. It takes careful planning when trying to…