The old man loved to go for walks. When my brother and I were little, he’d wake us up on craft show weekends, and we’d walk from one end of the venue to the other, stopping a few times to chat with fellow crafters before the event started, then all the way back. By my […]
Webb: Dad’s last walk Read More »
It’s been more than two years since my father died. In the weeks and months after he passed, I thought about him constantly. I often said to myself, “Will there be a day that I don’t think about my dad?” Twenty-eight months later, I don’t think about that anymore. I’ve realized that there will never
Like the movie, Dad was a ‘Big Fish’ Read More »
My brother and I have been preparing for our first craft shows in two years for the past several weeks now. Once or twice a week after work or on the weekend, my oldest stepson and I drive to Overbrook to spend a few hours with my brother’s family. As Rory continues to bond with
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