My One of a Kind MawMaw and Her Secret for Happiness
The other day, as I dug through the books on my shelves, I came across a book I have thought of a lot lately, a book like no other. It’s the little book of Poetry, written by my grandmother, BHK. We’ll call her Beth. Beth died when I was 16, of breast cancer. Her death was one of those that didn’t sit well with anyone. No one said, “Well, it was just her time to go.” Everyone was more like, […]
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