As my car crawled along the automated car wash track, my thoughts drifted to times past, when my husband and I would take our children through the car wash for the express purpose of playing, “Watch the Bubbles.” “Daddy, my bubble is racing yours!” our son would say. “Mine is turning swishy circles!” our daughter would say. I stroked my silver-steaked hair and prayed, “God, my children are grown, so why do I still want to watch bubbles?” Just then, … Continue reading →
As my car crawled along the automated car wash track, my thoughts drifted to times past, when my husband and I would take our children through the car wash for the express purpose of playing, “Watch the Bubbles.” “Daddy, my bubble is racing yours!” our son would say. “Mine is turning swishy circles!” our daughter would say. I stroked my silver-steaked hair and prayed, “God, why do I still want to watch bubbles? My children are driving their own cars … Continue reading →
Danielle’s blond curls brushed Mother’s shoulder as she peered into the stew pot from the bar stool. She pretended to stir, twirling her soda straw as if it were a spoon. Each afternoon, she watched as her mother prepared dinner. “Sweetheart,” Mother said, handing her daughter the squeeze butter and dinner rolls, “please help Mommy by putting these on the table.” Mother continued to stir, content that her daughter was away from the boiling stew. Suddenly, she realized the house … Continue reading →
