Dear Hayley, I know your computer is broken and your Internet is down, so I’ll talk to myself for a bit this morning. This is a fairy tale of sorts. For my 35th birthday, my father gave me a genetic test for the Alzheimer’s gene. He told me I should be very grateful because it…

Dear Hayley, I can’t help but be a little sad today. My dad loves Easter: the hymns, the baskets, the bunnies. Although I laugh if I recall that he liked shooting the bunnies on the old farm! (Wait, laughing at dead bunnies isn’t funny. It’s hard to keep track of what is and isn’t funny.)…

Dear Nancy, “There is no fence nor hedge around time that is gone. You can go back and have what you like of it, if you can remember.” – How Green Was My Valley Love, Hayley (P.S. That’s me and my Dad on a hike recently.) Dear Hayley, I was watching a movie last night…