When I was just a baby, My dad was unorthodox. The man volunteered to change diapers. He was outside the box. When Dyan and I became...

In the ocean my son's frustration dissolves. The repetition and rhythm of the waves rock him and me into relaxation. We drift away from...

I was born "Shary Dow Taylor," but I should have been born "Dyan Crabb Jennings."  My paternal great-grandfather, the son of Hiram...

I'm expected to give you a flower. I struggle to sign a card. I know that you want me to talk with you, But that is very hard. Words do...

July 23, 2014 Last night I had the opportunity to hear speech after emotional speech about what a terrific job my husband has done in the...