Choose Gratitude, Thanksgiving

Empty Shoes

As this Thanksgiving week draws to a close, I find myself thinking about my Grandma Muriel – well, Grandma Mearl or Murl, really. No one who knew her pronounced it proper. Blame for that goes to her five brothers, the youngest of whom couldn’t pronounce it as a toddler. Grandma was a tough cookie, but… Continue reading Empty Shoes