I visited my grandma last night. At one point several family members were in her room, talking with each other and to her. One of my uncles leaned over, put his hand on her head and said, “you look pretty, ma.”

Nobody heard me gasp or catch my breath. Not long before I was […]

Hubby and I have written a lot about our birthday boy. Here. Scarily, here. Sadly, here. Sweetly, here. Tommy doesn’t like cowboy music.

But he likes jazz.

Oh, and don’t forget to vote for him.