Keeping it Real Storytelling
I had finished weeding around the begonias in my grandfather’s garden as I did sometimes on Saturday mornings. I knew that he would be waiting inside for me. I was nervous about going in because I had something on my mind. I was 16 or…

It’s been over a week now, and I am still singing that song. I both want to and don’t want to, if that’s possible. I…

I was scrolling through the Word Press Reader a few days ago (a compilation of blogs I follow) and I spotted a photo which didn’t…

I love milk. I mean, I REALLY love milk. First, I add it to my cereal every morning. Or, if my husband is making pancakes,…

In August 1930, my mother’s life began with this birth announcement in a local Cleveland paper: “Grauers Take Up Sculpture” “Word comes from Maternity Hospital…