morning song of the mourning dove

morning song of the mourning dove

As I lay in bed this morning, I heard fluttering. Then the soft, haunting coos of a mourning dove.  Last year two mourning doves sometimes perched on one of my windowsills. Their soft murmuring song fluttered around my home. A new nest was built high in the tree...
widowed and sitting in the wrong seat

widowed and sitting in the wrong seat

It didn’t take long for me to realize I was in the wrong seat. The memorial service and reception was over. My immediate family and myself, plus my sister and brother and their families, gathered at a favourite restaurant for dinner. It was one of the “firsts”—those...