by Rebecca Copeland | Nov 6, 2024 | Memories
“Check this out, Daddy,” I said as I eased the car into fifth. “I’ve got overdrive!” My father looked down at the gear shift between our two seats. He didn’t say anything in response, and I was too busy minding traffic on Capitol Boulevard to look over at his face. I... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Dec 8, 2021 | Family
My father’s later years were difficult. He bounced from one nursing home to another, his peripatetic life precipitated by his refusal to stay where he was put. By the time my father entered his first nursing home, he was losing his ability to walk. He had nearly lost... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Apr 21, 2021 | Mystery Fiction
October 2, 2012: Second day of my writer’s retreat. Somedays, even on a writer’s retreat, we cannot write. We have to de-clutter. And for me, returning to this cabin, as noted in my earlier post, carries with it considerable emotional freight. “De-clutter” and...
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