It's not easy being my sister's friend ( Read more... )

Yesterday would have been my dad's 93rd birthday. My niece posted a beautiful picture of him, dancing with her, on Facebook. I wanted to "like" it. I wanted to say something like, wish you were here. Something like, if he were here today, we would ( Read more... )

Sylvia walked in through the front door every morning, as I walked in from the back. All four feet of her looked up at me, her eyes taking up most of her face as we met by my office door. "Good morning, Marlin," she would say, her Eastern European accent making my name sound just like my grandfathers would say it. Sylvia's skin was very thin and ( Read more... )

My uncle died last night ( Read more... )