33 Years… A Widow Reflects

Russ on his 1500-mile East Coast Wheelchair Push, 1991   Today is April 27, 2026. As I opened my journal this morning, the first words that came flowing out on paper were, “It was 33 years ago today that I held Russ for the last time.” Boy, I...

Letting Go of the Remnants of a Dream…

In the summer of 2012, my then fiance brought his lawn care equipment and tool chest to my house to store in my garage. Having received a coveted fellowship at a major university, he closed up the house he’d been renting and moved to the central part of the...