Never Forgotten

Once, when I was little, I got left at church. That Sunday had been unusually busy, and I got lost in the shuffle. I remember feeling afraid because I was alone, but also sad because I’d been forgotten. My grandfather’s greatest fear was being forgotten, because in his volunteer work in nursing homes, he often… Read More Never Forgotten

  Last year, I made a list of 33 things I wanted to accomplish in my 33rd year of life; in no particular order. Tonight on my last night of 33, I reflect. I’ve accomplished some, made good progress on some and tabled some. In bold are things I’ve progressed significantly on or finished. Strike… Read More