Saying good-bye to dear friends

Glenda and I have been best friends almost 30 years. I don’t need to explain the close friendships of women to the ladies reading this. How you can laugh together so loud and long that your eyes get all squinty and your nose and eyes and makeup run and you’re …

Collecting hearts, tending hearts

I sometimes use a heavy clay pot as a doorstop. A pot full of hearts. “Hey, Nana, here’s another one!” The grandbeans offer their outstretched hands, fingers curled around the latest treasure. A heart of stone.  Another one for our collection. We’ve found them on walks, the children and I, …