My Grandmother’s Rich Roots

We drove past her grandparent’s house, a house built before the 20th century, still standing there with its small barn amongst the neighborhood that has swallowed up the farmlands around it. On the tiny row of houses in “town,” she pointed out the...

This Writer’s Good Good Morning

Sometimes when I dance, especially from my seat, my husband asks – with a lot of laughter in his voice – if I’m okay.  Apparently, I look unwell when I dance. I’ve never been the the most graceful person in the world.  🙂 (But when I get to...