Our Mabel

Our Mabel

In a family full of rowdy boys, she was our little angel. Never a whimper, or complaint, she always smiled. Tiny from birth, she looked like a porcelain doll, our perfect little lady. We thought she was the answer to our prayers. We didn't realize the answer instead was, "no."

Drives her crazy

Drives her crazy

The long drop to her driver's seat jarred her teeth. In the lower position, her eyes were level with the top of the steering wheel, her knees brushed the bottom of the wheel. It shouldn't have surprised her, since her husband drove her car the day before. Grabbing the seat's adjustment lever, she yanked on [...]