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…
In an unusual coincidence, two different friends are holding memorial services today for a parent who passed away. One friend’s father died young at age…
Since the launch of my blog, I have been asked a few times “why did you choose Leaving The Door Open for the site name?”…
It appears that the Florida Triangle is alive and well and actively swallowing everything in sight inside my mother Ginny’s apartment. Over the last several…
I was visiting my 88-year-old mother Ginny one rainy afternoon and was doing her laundry. As I waited for two loads to go through the…