This summer my daughter and her little girl stayed with us for a few days. One day, I showed my granddaughter a bowl that had belonged to one of her great-great-grandmothers. With all the sincerity of an eight-year-old, she said she wished that they were still alive. She wanted to meet them and talk to…
Why not me?
Why not me? Those three words fit my life. They express so much in such a small space. So do I, by the way. I’m not a very big person. She is small, but she is mighty. I’ve always liked that quote. So, why not me? When bad things happen people respond with oh, poor…
