Mom,
I want to forge ahead, passport to laughter and adventure in hand, Continue reading
Mom,
I want to forge ahead, passport to laughter and adventure in hand, Continue reading
Keinahora. Grandma said it all the time, so much so that I thought it was a nickname for Jackie and me, like Piscatrunie, which was her nickname for us – wasn’t it? Continue reading
Grandma Ruth worked. But we weren’t allowed to speak about it. Continue reading