My mom grew up in a three room house on the prairies in Canada. She had seven brothers and sisters. They did not have running water and my grandmother cooked on a coal stove. One of my favorite memories is the time I slept over at my grandma and grandpa’s with my cousin Shelley. I woke up wrapped in one of my grandma’s homemade quilts in their soft, comfy bed, light shining brightly through the bedroom windows. My grandparents stood in…
We were driving home today when a song came on the radio and in a knee-jerk reaction I busted out singing along, even though I had no freaking idea how I knew the words. Ever since the stroke (wrote about it here and here…