Memory of Love

You’re my favorite granddaughter! My grandmother—affectionately called Grandmartie—showered me with love and filled empty spaces in my young life and into adulthood. She had that way about her. My mother and father worked full time, which gobbled up much of their time.  Fortunately, Grandmartie lived close by. I loved...

Where is Alan?

Ever since my divine encounter with Alan at the beach several months ago, I’d wondered what had happened in his life since our conversation. (The full story of Alan . . . Man at the Sea) In June, my nephew Casey, great niece Piper and I enjoyed an overnight...