Dad At Thanksgiving
Many years ago I found a picture of my dad taken when he was eight years old. The wide eyes were already bright with the razor-sharp intelligence that would largely… Read more »
Many years ago I found a picture of my dad taken when he was eight years old. The wide eyes were already bright with the razor-sharp intelligence that would largely… Read more »
Last week, for the first time in years, we drove to grandma’s for Thanksgiving. It was a welcome change. When we lived in California and flew home for holidays, we… Read more »