The Grandpa I Never Knew

The Grandpa I Never Knew

  He’s always been a bit of a mystery to me, my father’s father. Because he died in a random car accident at the age of 87, and when I was just two weeks old, I have no memory of him at all. He’s a mishmash of family lore and photos in my mind,...

Hands On

  It took me all weekend, but it’s done. My house is decorated for Christmas. And you know what? It’s beautiful. Warm. Inviting. And it makes me happy. I’m sitting here by a fire that my man laid for me this morning, admiring my sparkling tree,...