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…

A year ago this week, I carefully reviewed my inaugural blog post for about the 500th time and finally launched it live. Over the next…

There are a couple of reasons why I’m re-posting this piece I shared last August (with a couple of additions.) First, this week would have…

On the evening of Monday, March 16th, my 89-year-old mother Ginny’s Independent/Assisted living facility was placed on lockdown. No one in and no one out…

(This week’s post is part of my side series covering my cancer treatments.) On the third day after my third round of chemo, I pulled…