I traveled two states to spend one precious week with my grandchildren.

I imagined warm hugs, bedtime stories, coffee in my son’s kitchen, and maybe a little too much dessert after dinner.

What I did not imagine was waking up at sixty-eight years old inside a crooked blue tent in my son’s backyard while a squirrel stared down at me like I had personally offended him…. Continue Reading ⬇️

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