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  • Thanks for the Memories

    My Grandpa died when I was 3 1/2 years old.  I have only two memories of him.  The first was watching him lift a spoonful of tea out of his cup and then pour it back into the cup.  Time after time, he would slowly raise the spoon, empty it, and then lower it into…

  • Grown Ups

    I grew up in the sixties. I wore those clothes. I was a non-conformist — just like everyone else. I was groovy and outta-sight. I wanted to fit in and stand out. I wanted to be an adult, but not yet, not always, and not on my own. This teenage confusion was not characteristic of…

  • Nursing a Dream

    I am a retired nurse and a grandmother. I loved nursing. I love being a grandmother even more! I am a helper by nature and I want to help my grandchildren grow to love the Lord and become responsible adults. During my nursing career, well before I was a grandmother I heard something from one…