by Rudri | Jun 21, 2015 | Fathers/Daughters
As a little girl, Sunday mornings meant one thing: donuts. I woke early, opened the door, creeped onto the driveway and fetched the morning paper. Rushing to the dining table, I shuffled through the headlines, grabbed the comic section, the glossy Parade magazine and...
by Rudri | Jun 16, 2014 | Everyday life, Fathers/Daughters, Life Lessons
I helped my father die in home hospice. The oncologist said those words, the ones that are repeated in hospital rooms, in the middle of alleys, and in the back of ambulances, “There is nothing more we can do.” With those seven words, I began participating in his... by Rudri | Nov 17, 2009 | Fathers/Daughters
My husband isn’t afraid of fingernail polish. We have a nail salon set up in our bathroom every two weeks. My daughter opens the bathroom cabinets and gathers the nail polish remover, cotton balls, and a couple of bottles of nail polish. She sits on the...