Friday Evenings at Grandmother’s

Friday Evenings at Grandmother’s

Every family has its rituals — those things that are done week after week — and life isn’t quite the same when they stop. Until I was 11 years old, our Friday tradition was spending the evening at my paternal grandmother’s house. My father was an attentive...
My Growing Season

My Growing Season

The past couple of months have been busy. A lot has happened. Nothing earth-shaking. It’s just been one of those times in life where experiences make us feel something profound and grow us in ways we hadn’t expected. In early September, I attended the Beaver County...