The gift of Grandfather

Some people are a part of your life forever. Even if they are taken away far too soon. Like my dad. Or brother. But other people are still a part of who you are, every day, far across the miles. Like my grandfather. One of the few men in my life who has always been…

Enjoying the little days…

The evening is fresh and clean. The rainstorm left behind puddles still as glass, reflecting the sky. My two munchkins scurry about picking up the fallen branches, eager for the promised story which will follow. It’s been far too long since I wrote. Life hasn’t stopped. Far from it. But the daily roll of laundry…