Tag: Marilyn Abildskov

Dell’s holding Tucker in her lap, trying to calm the baby down, when she hears the back door slam and the older kids race outside. “Don’t go near that shed,” she yells but it’s no use. Those two don’t listen anymore. She’s babysitting all three kids for her oldest niece, Laurie Lynn, resenting the way …

Our wives turned fifty and returned to school. We’d been warned to expect it, been told by other men at church, the high priests who have more gray hair than we do yet, to get ready. Set aside money. And time. Learn to make dinner once in a while. The men laugh as they say …