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May 18, 2016 My 92-year-old grandma went into the hospital a couple of weeks ago with a broken hip. She was moved to a rehab facility and then contracted pneumonia. When I visited her today, she was remarkably lucid, even more so than a couple of days ago. Still, I sense that she’s not really getting better and I fear that she won’t be coming back home. But she’s not ready to… Read More

Update: This post was Freshly Pressed November 7, 2015. I’m so excited to be over at Lipstick and Laundry today with a post about family history, with a twist. I deconstructed the classic linear timeline, allowing the hidden connections, common struggles, pivotal moments and everyday choices to shine through. Hop on over and check it out! While you’re there, check out this post. Michelle is not only talented, beautiful and exuberant, she’s one… Read More

My favorite time of year is in between Thanksgiving and Christmas. There’s something about Thanksgiving being over and the anticipation of Christmas that makes me want to take stock in what I have to be thankful for. These are just a few:

My husband and I are taking over his family business, started by his father 43 years ago. It’s a huge mission that is taking all of our mental resources and an exciting change in our lives. It’s also a tremendous juggling act that is stretching my brain in ways it hasn’t been stretched in a long time. As I was driving to the office one day, I was suddenly bombarded with defeating… Read More

Grandpa was 89 when he died on Veteran’s Day. He had recovered from other serious illnesses and while I knew there was a chance he could recover again, this time felt different. When the end came, there were several family members surrounding and holding him. The bed was down as low as it could go so that Grandma, his wife of 68 years and bent by osteoporosis, could hold Grandpa’s hand more… Read More

One of the things that surprised me the most about parenthood was how much closer it brought me to my mom, dad and stepmom. One reason is being able to relate to them on a different level (now I know what they had to deal with when I was a kid) but the biggest reason is that watching my parents love my kids has opened my heart to trust and reconciliation.