Two Weeks GoneMy eyes flew open at 4am and my heart sunk. Two weeks. Two weeks ago my best friend left this earth. Two weeks since…Continue Reading →
Reversing RolesWhen I was little, I would sit in GaGa’s rocking chair, cuddling up as close as I could next to her. Everyone called me…Continue Reading →
The Decline of a MatriarchYears ago, I wrote about my desire to schedule mortality. If God could just send me a time frame of life that would be…Continue Reading →
Knocking On Heaven’s DoorMy earliest memories are of my grandmother, Gaga, and me walking the beach, searching for shells and making sand castles. They are my fondest memories, forever…Continue Reading →
Picking Up the PhoneToday, the matriarch of our family turns 92, just eight years short of a century. Just like century old oaks, Gaga is a pillar…Continue Reading →
Scheduling MortalityIf you know me, then you know my GaGa. For those who don’t know me, let me introduce you to my GaGa. Meet GaGa……Continue Reading →
