Resurrection Lesson

Years ago, when our grandchildren were still young, we hosted GRAND KAMP—a week of fun activities for grandparents and our grandchildren only. It meant a week of boxed macaroni and cheese (they like the stuff) and wieners sliced and boiled to look like an octopus. (They’re teenagers and still talk about that.) Now you can’t…

Getting Change Back

I’ve heard it said that grandchildren are our reward for not having killed our own kids. I’m not certain that’s true, but they are indeed gifts. They make us laugh, bring a tender tear, and keep the sparkle of wonderment in our aging eyes. A while back, we had our granddaughters for a fun day…