Years ago, when my 4 older granddaughters were still young, I lived on the East Coast and they lived on the West. It worked for us, at least temporarily, as a great communication vehicle. Together we tried some pretty creative ways to stay connected. The blog below is actually a magazine column I wrote when my granddaughter, Laura, was about…
There I was in a long line with my grocery cart. The lady at the front – the OCD woman with 30 clipped magazine coupons to scan, each of which will save her 1.5 cents – was proudly waving her fanned collection at the checker as if she were about to be a big winner in Reno. This was going…