by Jody | Arizona Life, Human Condition
I was coming up the access road next to the freeway near my home. I had been to the grocery store, and my distress at the current cost of food was still fresh. It was 113 degrees, late summer on the desert, and the drivers around me seemed more aggressive than usual....
by Jody | Family, Human Condition
As a mother, I have discovered that there are few tasks any more difficult than finding words for another mother who has lost her child. The respective ages of the mother, or of her child, do not matter. For any woman who has both brought a baby into the world, and...
by Jody | Arizona Life, Family, Human Condition
It’s Christmas time, and during an ordinary year — regardless of how rough a year may have been — I put up the Christmas tree. Much is written — probably too much — about how meaningful it is to relive memories as ornaments are unwrapped...
by Jody | Human Condition
Last evening, I reached for a lidded china box and managed to flip its delicate lid onto the tile floor. The phrase “broke into a thousand pieces” was coined for the aftermath. I was sad for several reasons. One, the box was old, beautiful, and very...
by Jody | Family, Human Condition
Eggs were a serious matter to my grandmother. She had strong opinions about what color the yolks should be, how the whites should perform, and how they should “set up.” She was famous for her angel food cakes, and even had a small side business baking them...
