My Grandmother’s Hands

Twenty years ago, Chris and I moved our family back to Michigan, where we both grew up and where most of our family lived. I was glad we took the opportunity after getting married to leave and experience other places and people, and I was also glad to return when we did. By then, we…

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First Time

“Hey, Mimi, I read your book.”  I was slightly caught off guard as I began to wonder what prompted my 17-year-old grandson to be reading my book at this time of his life.  My mind swirled a bit as I speculated as to where this casual conversation may take us. 

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Remembrance of Mothers

My heart is overflowing with the remembrance of mothers. Yes, I have more than one; I am more than one as I am a grandmother as well.

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