Blame it on the local Italian place Chris and I went to the other night. Blame it on the old scribblings from my journal that I've been digging up and writing about. Blame it on the approaching Christmas season, and the holiday decorations I've been meaning to unearth from the attic.Read More
Last Friday, my grandma Lucille would have turned 95 years old. I lost three grandparents in one year, and when I actually stop and reflect on this, I'm overwhelmed by what their loss means in my life.
I've always enjoyed talking with older adults, starting with my grandparents. Now that they're gone, I've become obsessed by the idea thatRead More