Category Archives: my Nana

Happy Birthday Dear Nana

For my entire life, at least, my nana was not known for her flexibility, her relaxed nature, or grace when she happened to be wrong. She was stubborn, liked things done a certain way, and didn’t mind letting you know. … Continue reading

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I Know She’s Here Somewhere

Lately, I have had the feeling that my Nana is trying to tell me something. For the past week, thoughts of her have popped into my head at the most unexpected times: driving down the street, walking with Luke, in … Continue reading

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My Nana Would Be Proud

My Nana was a very fashionable lady.¬†When I was little, I remember playing in and among her fancy coats hanging in their hall closet, wrapping myself up in furs (cringe, yes, real, I know, but to a six year old … Continue reading

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