The People in My Neighborhood

The People in My Neighborhood

“Oh, who are the people in your neighborhood . . . the people that you meet each day.”  Those familiar lyrics from the song by Sesame Street’s Ernie played along in my head every morning as my son and I took our thirty-minute walk up and down the streets of our...
I’m Not a Nag … Am I?

I’m Not a Nag … Am I?

I’ll never forget the first time my husband accused me of being a nag. To hear that word come out of his mouth was upsetting, even disturbing. In my newlywed mind, I thought I would never end up like that … and so soon after our wedding, too! I don’t want to nag; I...
Finding my ‘Boaz’

Finding my ‘Boaz’

When my husband, David, died in a terrible car accident in 2010, I grew close to my mother-in-law, Joy, who shared my grief, not only for her son, but for her own husband, who had died 30 years prior.  Our stories mirrored each other—both widowed in our 30s, having...