The time of year

Eight years ago today, my dad was home, in hospice care. He had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer six weeks before. The decline was swift. He could still sit up for short periods, and he wasn’t in pain. But his body was breaking down, and there were times when he was someone else. His appetite Read More …

Reminiscence

My Tricks or Treating years fell around the time that people first started worrying about candy tampering. You’d read the occasional newspaper story about kids finding needles or razor blades in apples, but the move toward well-sealed store-bought treats had only just started. My friends and I still got apples. Homemade popcorn balls and cookies. Read More …