The Presence Of Her Absence

I walked the halls of the old house, my mind in tune with each creaky step of the wooden floorboards. Running my hands along the walls my thoughts wandered to my grandmother, a stranger, save for the birthday cards with a couple of dollars and a handwritten note underneath the standard Hallmark message. The birthday…

What Will Your Family Story Be?

He wasn’t a big fan of his birthday, but he sure enjoyed celebrating life. He was the first to turn on some music, call friends and family to join him, and cook something up to share with all his loved ones. I’ve never met someone who enjoyed having a house full of friends and family…