At Christmas Dinner, My Daughter Tried To Take My Home Until I Opened …

” “Get over here right now,” she said. She didn’t ask questions. That is the beauty of a 50-year friendship. She just knew. When I arrived at Martha’s house, the smell of cinnamon and fresh coffee greeted me. It was a comfort. It was a reminder that the world was still normal outside of my own troubled walls.

We sat in her sun room, and the morning continue reading …