Pam Dehnke

The mustard-yellow, kitchen wall phone rang, changing my life forever. It was May 20, 1971. I was sitting with my almost two-year-old daughter as she sat in her highchair and happily ate her breakfast. I was telling her about Uncle Dale coming home in a few days and how much fun we were going to … Read more

I’m tired of being treated like an old lady. And yikes! How did this happen anyway? When I went to bed one night, I was 40. When I woke up, I was…well, I won’t go there. According to my mother, a lady never reveals her age. This is my first blog, and it’s going to … Read more