Yellow roses in a cream-colored Lenox vase grace my kitchen table. Thirty-seven years ago, John brought me a dozen yellow roses when our younger son, Daniel, was born. He entered my hospital room wearing turquoise-tinted aviator sunglasses. “Here’s looking at you, kid,” he said, handing me the flowers. The cool hospital room, with its fluorescentContinue reading “Cherishing Memories Through Writing”
