Tough Love and Roses

Writing about my grandmother, who is gradually becoming a shell of the woman she once was, has been a beautiful way to remember her, to somehow refill parts of the shell with life. My grandmother has been mistaken her entire life as a harsh, tough, brutally honest and...

A Memory from Grandpa Sam

Our granddaughter Andrea has learned the art of belly dancing. Which she does pretty well. One day, we asked her if she would be willing to teach belly dancing to a class of women from our adult community. She agreed enthusiastically. We were able to form a group of...
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