Keeping it Real Storytelling
I laughed out loud when I saw the photo of my two-month-old grandson sporting a “New to the Shenanigans” bib. It was a funny concept; almost like a clue to what’s coming. I don’t think anyone can raise a child without facing some “shenanigans” from…

About two months have passed since our decision to move my 88-year-old mother Ginny into a senior living facility. The best news we received in…

When I arrived for my first chemotherapy treatment, my pulse was 121. It probably went higher as I waited for my doctor to review my…

We remain in town a little longer to make sure my mother Ginny is o.k. from her fall. (See Part I). As it turns out,…
I get up at 6:30 am so I have enough time to write a little, shower and pack. We are headed over to Clearwater (a…