Everything changed the moment Doug walked into the adult day care center where my wife volunteered. He had worked in management until his late fifties until he suffered a stroke. Now he could no longer work, and his every day

I Can Only Hear You “Ric – you’re playing too loud.  I can only hear you.” I had not played in a band since my sophomore year of high school. It was with “fear and trepidation” and with a lot

Image of Mt Baker, Bellingham, Bellingham Bay | 1959 Oregon's Magazine (1859oregonmagazine.com) “Son, this makes no sense. We cannot move to Washington State. Nebraska is already a long way from Minnesota, Chicago and the lake home in Stoughton, Wisconsin. A

“I can’t wait to see Pansy,” my Mother said right after we exchanged hellos. Moments earlier, as I dialed the phone that early May evening, I had dreaded talking with Mother. Her opening comment caught me off guard. Mom had

“Would it be ok with you if we took your Dad to a Twin’s game tomorrow afternoon?” I couldn’t believe what I just heard. Dad had been a Twin’s fan from the first day in 1961 that the franchise moved

It was a frequent part of my Grandfather’s (Axel A. Olson) evening prayer as we finished yet another workday. It seemed so different from seeing him in action throughout the day as I worked for him during the summer prior