Age 5, kindergarten. I’m not sure who I’m “supposed to be” at this point. I only know that I like my teacher and Trixie, my daycare lady. I love my family. I love chocolate and cookies and spending time at my grandparents’ house across town. I don’t question who I... Read more →

On a Christmas afternoon a few years ago, I remember noticing my gray-haired grandparents sitting quietly in the center of the room, contently observing the noisy holiday chaos. This year, my family will celebrate its first Christmas without Gramps. Read more →

In the last chapter of Patti Digh's book Life Is a Verb, Digh tells about a young mother whose final months with cancer were documented by Oprah. After the woman's death, the family was invited to appear on the show. In answer to Oprah’s question about favorite memories, the little... Read more →