“Lord have mercy, Doc Feldmann is older than Methuselah,” Lee fussed loudly, dropping her purse on the kitchen counter and reaching for a coffee cup. “I certainly don’t need someone who’s not the brightest star in the universe evaluating me.” She glanced at Jenna to… Read More
The kitchen table. In my family, it was here that important discussions had their genesis. Opinions were readily expressed on religion, politics, family values, money matters, raising children, taking care of the elderly, education, social responsibility, and death. Typically, children listened, and adults talked. That… Read More
