Grandpa. He’s been gone just over twenty-two years. It’s hard to imagine sometimes that it’s been that long, but maybe I’m wondering how I got …
Aged Grief is still Grief

Grandpa. He’s been gone just over twenty-two years. It’s hard to imagine sometimes that it’s been that long, but maybe I’m wondering how I got …
There is a point when making my hot tea that I must slow down. It’s the dreaded honey drip. The viscosity and sweetness of the …