He says, “Hand,” and I reach over and take his small hand in mine. This is the fifth or sixth time throughout the night that I’ve heard that word and each time he whispers it, I comply. 215 more words
Tags » Refections On Life
From: R.E. B erg
Sent: Monday, March 24, 2014 11:41 AM
To: Berg, Mary A.
Subject: Ziggy and the Hidden Treasure
Just when you might have thought our boy had lost the power to amaze, I was shown otherwise late this morning. 415 more words
Washington Island has always been the keeper of all things precious for me. The Island has remained virtually unchanged in its appearance since I was a child, but the feelings it has always evoked in me have spanned my entire range of emotions. 987 more words