Her Creative Hands
She watched patiently as her daughter attempted to hold the knitting needles in the correct manner. “It doesn’t feel right that way Mom. How about this?” Her youngest daughter held the needles so they were under her fingers not on top like a pencil, as most knitters...
Forever Friends
“Oh Marylou, Marylou,” we heard our Dad say as he looked in the rear-view mirror. We could tell from the panic in his voice something happened. We turned to see our friend’s car and camper crashed in the median between the busy US highways. Instantly, Dad pulled over...







