I have magic feel-good fingernails. I know this because my late husband, David, told me so. Every time I scratched his back it was like taking him to the spa. “Someone should invent a way to duplicate your nails so all husbands can feel like this,” he often...
The best way to describe the last three years for me would be to call them a barrel ride down a long river—always uncomfortable, frightening at times, but not without occasional calm and continual overwhelming beauty. My journey started when my first husband died, and...
