A card game for the ages.
A card game for the ages.
Tag: memories
There’s nothing quite like food made from a private recipe written in the dear one’s hand to keep her memory green.
When Daughter #4 was taking Spanish in school, she came home singing this song. Naturally, it got stuck in my head, where it remains to this very day. We sang the last verse very slowly. On the line beginning “Though his burial was slated” you…