Whole Lotta Hurling Goin’ On

On one of the (thankfully) rare occasions that Mother graced our state with her presence, she made quite an impression. And as always with Mother, the impression was less than positive. In this case, by the end of her visit, the impression was absolutely disgusting as well. Mother was staying with Charles and I, and […]

The Long And Winding Road

Once our mother had returned to southern Indiana, every summer my sister Abby and I would make the long and difficult trip to see her. We dreaded these trips, because getting there was a long, arduous drive, but more so because we knew the outcome before we arrived.  At some point in what had been […]