I’m Better for Knowing the Love of a Grandma

It’s a love like no other. Familiar, yet altogether different. I’ve received her love in the form of a mom, but to experience it again through the eyes of my son is both nostalgic and distinctly unique. It’s the way it is with a grandma. She’s still the same person, but her love isn’t rushed or hurried this time. She’s more present, living in the moment. She carries an awareness of the fragility of time, and her grandkids benefit from it.

Little Drummer Boy: So To Honor Him

The week after Thanksgiving and Christmas are always difficult for me. The joyful busyness of traveling to see family somehow feels so long ago. The story-telling and laughter fade into distant memories as I muster up enough strength to get back into my normal routine. I’m on autopilot as I catch up on laundry and... Continue Reading →

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