A lot has happened in the past seven days. So much that it’s left me a bit dizzy, trying to keep track of it all. Which is exactly why I need to keep doing just that. Just so I can remember where we are. So we can take a collective … Continue reading
I’ve mentioned Grandpa’s apartment above the family garage before. He spent a lot of time up there, his fingers clacking away on his typewriter. And it was more than just a living space for him. It was a sanctuary where he got to do what he loved most, writing stories. … Continue reading
