"Whatcha thinkin'?" I turned my head and studied my grandfather's profile. He looked so old. In his little brown cap and paisley sweater vest, with his slight hunchback and silky white hair. I'd never spent this much time with him. But now that I lived in the same town as Gramps, my mom had told me I needed to spend more time with him and take him for a weekly walk on Saturday mornings. Continue Reading
I’ve always viewed my role as that of a helper. And I like it that way. As a communicator, a writer, and a lover of words and language, I see the world through a different lens than most. I see nuances others miss and I miss or ignore seemingly obvious things that others see.Continue Reading