This post was originally published for Father’s Day in 2011. My dad passed away this month (August 2019). He is missed. On Father’s Day in 2014, I woke up with the beginnings of this poem in my thoughts and proceeded to write Scarred Hands before I ever made it out of bed. Scarred Hands Hands […]
My sister and I called our grandmother “Nanny”. My Nanny was definitely one of a kind and I miss her terribly. But, she’s left us with great memories. One involves an incident while she was searching for a garage sale. Nanny had this thing for what she termed “garage sale-ing”. She loved (and that’s not
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