Alone together

Alone together

I already knew the answer before I called my dad. “Just checking in on holiday plans,” I said as we talked on the phone. “I’m going to assume we are not getting together.” The answer was no, as I expected. It makes sense this year, with the pandemic numbers climbing,...
A stitch in time

A stitch in time

I walk into the main room of the Marley House, our in-patient hospice facility, to find the clinical supervisor and volunteer coordinator sitting at a table, bent over a patchwork quilt, sewing brown satin edging around it by hand. I had seen the email earlier in the...