Holding the address book I’d found in Mom’s things, I dialed her number. As I listened to the ringing, I couldn’t decide if I hoped she’d answer or if it would be a relief to just leave a message. A tinny voice told me I’d reached a...
I’d been there since Saturday and it was now the following Thursday. My sister and her husband left Monday to return to their jobs. My husband and children left Tuesday – jobs and virtual school couldn’t wait any longer. The day before, Wednesday, it...
I ran to find my phone as the ringing continued. Turning it over, I saw her name and number. Answering it would cost an hour of something else getting done, but I quickly shoved the irritation aside and slipped a smile into my voice… “Hey Mom! How are...