grandma

This is a column about nostalgic thoughts of moments. “Take the key, let’s go.” My grandma nudged me. Yearning, I followed her out of the house bleary-eyed. It was 7 a.m. The diligent sun had competitively sled to a high position, penetrating every crack of all. Yet, pearls of tears were leaking from the sky. … [Read more…]