We couldn’t revive her limp body. I’d rubbed the silken bottoms of her feet and called out her name in an attempt to awaken her-but I’d known. She wasn’t breathing. Each second collapsed into eternity as my husband bent over our...
From the moment the Thanksgiving turkey graces the table until my children unwrap the last present beneath the tree, my radio is set to local stations boasting of jingle bells and roasting chestnuts. Yesterday, the words “you’d better watch out,...
