To Cry, or Not to Cry? Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow…

My grandmother used to cry whenever we said goodbye – even if we were just heading out the driveway to go home, twenty miles away, and would see her the next day. I loved that woman, and was closer to her than to almost anyone – but sometimes it did “get old” watching her cry. Read More …

The “Like” Diet: Join Me for Coffee?

I wish I had taken “before” and “after” pics of my Facebook newsfeed. I honestly did not expect to see changes in the content and quality of the feed so quickly; I wasn’t sure two weeks would be enough, let alone two days. If it hadn’t been for my friend Alice’s post, I might have Read More …