by Robin Farnsworth | May 10, 2018 | Love
1. Manners. I hated learning all 192 of them, and I was the only girl north of Baltimore who knew how to curtsy. I was banished from many meals, red with shame for “smacking my lips” or slipping an elbow onto the table. Most of them were absurd and out of...
by Robin Farnsworth | Jan 14, 2018 | Dementia, Loss, Love
My eyes snapped open as I heard the soft creak of the stairs, the gentle whoosh of the front door, then a few minutes later, an engine turn over. As it idled for a minute, my husband rolled over next to me. “Why does she do that?” he asked in a...
