Family

Me with my Grandaddy Cribbs around a year old.  Some days, even at 43, I feel old. I think I’ve…

I have vague memories of sitting with my grandfather at the piano. I don’t remember him playing. But I remember…

It was the music. It always stops me. I never dared speak my thoughts aloud. To say I somehow knew…

Some stories take time to be shared. Often you have to find a balance when your story is so intertwined…

The thoughts clutter her mind now. Brain damage frustrating a mind once sharp. Words falter somewhere deep inside the recesses…