The Story

These are small stories within the bigger story of what happened to Lizzie.

Apricot Lane

December four years ago I was in my last week of teaching class before the winter  vacation.  The first graders were more than antsy but with my no nonsense approach and minimizing Christmas celebrations or talk I had kinda stomped the spirit out of them!  Lizzie had come home for Christmas vacation from college on […]


Struck by the hand

This morning I woke up and looked across our room at Lizzie.  Her hand was hanging down off the bed between the metal rails.  Against the white linens her skin was whiter and her hands appeared so soft surrounded by the billowy pillows.  Her finger nails painted red elongated her fingers ever so elegantly.   […]