If I were to write the story of my mother's life, it would take up several months of blog posts and even then that would be incomplete. At 78 (79 this year), she is busier than most people half her... Continue Reading →
If I were to write the story of my mother's life, it would take up several months of blog posts and even then that would be incomplete. At 75, she is busier than most people half her age and her... Continue Reading →
When she walks into the room singing, you spontaneously join her no matter what the song is. Without thinking, you pull out your best Michael Jackson impersonation whenever she plays her favorite CD. She keeps you honest. You come back... Continue Reading →
