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 exactly eight months since my mother, Gretchen, passed away. I haven’t written about her in almost that long. I think there are a…

Mischief is afoot this week with the Super Bowl returning for its LVII season and, with it, the inevitable roll-out of the best of 2023’s…
It’s been about 19 months since I removed two paintings from my walls in order to sell them to contribute towards my mother’s memory care.…