Exercise Wednesday: Grandma’s House
When I gave the eulogy for my grandmother, more years ago than I care to think about, I almost made it through without crying. Until I got to the part about running into her in heaven. In my version of heaven, my grandmother had a house. And she’d come to the door to meet you and be thrilled to see you and invite you in for a snicky-snack and there’d be a beverage she had just for you. One of … Read More »


