It was a moment to cherish. There I sat in her living room watching this precious woman, my grandmother-in-law, play her special version of patty-cake
…those thoughts about life that spin like wheels in my head — and hopefully don’t run me over…
They looked at me like I’d killed their grandma. Or at least stolen their candy. In truth, I’d tried to save them from the machine
I could write a post, but, today, I think this picture suffices: 15 years later, how you would caption the photo?
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