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by Kay Etheredge There is a dad I’ve never met who drove from a suburb early every morning for months to drive his son to work. He also drove back in the afternoons and picked him up.  His son, grown,…

By Kay Etheredge It was roughly thirty-eight years ago, and it was a stupid song.  It wasn’t even a real song, but more of a jingle.  But in this jingle was something offensive.  My Daddy was dying and we all…

By Kay Etheredge Our grandchildren have recently discovered that downstairs in our house is a classroom.  We homeschooled our three children and nestled in the deepest part of our basement is the classroom.  It functioned first as Jim’s dad’s “drawing…

by Kay Etheredge I answered the phone on my once a week desk several weeks ago.  Mike, calling from the front desk, said he was sending a lady and her son down to this building because her son needed to…

by Kay Etheredge My mother died on April 1.  It seems crazy to die on April Fools’ Day.  I used to be a big prankster on that day but I can  honestly say I haven’t done a prank on that…

By Kay Etheredge There are daisies in a vintage blue Mason jar on my counter.  They are just beginning to wilt even though I got them over two weeks ago.  We attended the memorial service for Max Adams, a dear…

by Kay Etheredge Months ago my husband and I were driving in a rural area outside Birmingham after a funeral.  As we drove in a fairly unfamiliar part of Alabama we passed a huge field of yellow wildflowers.  They were…

by Kay Etheredge I love to read.  A friend loaned me a novel several months ago and said, “This is a really weird book that you might enjoy”.  My reading is either feast or famine.  I either have a queue…