a tribute to my grandpa

a tribute to my grandpa

My grandpa went home to be with Jesus on September 11. I shared the following tribute at his memorial service on September 21. There are two smells that I will always associate with my grandpa: fiberglass and butterscotch. Grandma and I never could understand why he didn’t like chocolate, but I loved making him butterscotch…

What I Learned About Irrelevant Content While Organizing My Blog

What I Learned About Irrelevant Content While Organizing My Blog

At first, I didn’t think I wanted to do #Bloganization. Going through my blog’s archives seemed too daunting a task–even for a month-long project. My archives are an assortment of the last four years of my story, and that story has been through a good share of different chapters: my pen name’s been dropped, my blog’s name…

Dear Grama

Dear Grama

Dear Grama, It was from you I inherited my love of the written word. Some of my earliest memories of you are watching you at your typewriter. I was fascinated to watch the letters appear on the paper, and even more intrigued at the way the correction tape could erase them when I distracted you…

Dear Papa

Dear Papa

Dear Papa, I knew something was wrong that morning. I woke up at your house and you weren’t sitting there at your table by the fire. You were always there. Every morning and every evening. At night you were making notes on your veterinary clients of the day. At daybreak you were taking notes on…

The End.

The End.