Letting Our Children Go
My Grandmother was a woman of wisdom, whose heart was strong enough to contain life's deepest pain and greatest joys. She was more than just a Grandmother to me. She was my friend, confidant, and teacher. Years ago, she gave me a few clippings she had saved- small bits of old wisdom she hoped to pass on to me…
A Legacy Remembered
I remember my Grandmother’s hands, prayerfully working through the beads of her beloved rosary. Her familiar voice, hushed in earnest reverence, whispered words of both love and petition…