Last week our friends, Dan and Sharon, brought us a three-course meal in pots and bags. They walked into our home, not as though we met two years ago, but like we were old friends. Their thirty-one years of marriage was apparent in the kitchen: Sharon unpacked the bags and set out the appetizer: Boursin…
Two years ago just as my neighbor, Barbara, left for a four-day trip, the florist delivered a bouquet of flowers to her door. The white hydrangeas- the star among colorful flowers - peaked out of the top of the plastic. The green stems, held in bondage with a rubber band, poked out at the…