Monthly Archives: April 1998

My son decided to vacuum and wash his small family station wagon before he drove back home to New Orleans. Next thing I knew, my husband was out there with him, car jacked up and the two underneath. When they … Continue reading →

Warning bells should have gone off when my son said he was coming home with his wife and baby to see how much his childhood home had changed after our remodeling project. But, no warning bell sounded as I dusted … Continue reading →

When my son was 5, he announced, for no particular reason, “I want, what I want, when I want it.” Sounds like a Hershberger planning to remodel or arrange plants in the yard. It took a while to begin remodeling … Continue reading →

I guess it took me 20 years before I talked about my son’s accident. It happened after a night of swimming and playing it at the community center. I told the 3-year-old, “come on, it’s time to go.” I went … Continue reading →