Tag Archives: Nana

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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