Never an Orphan

Growing up, I believed myself to be an orphan—unwanted and abandoned by my “real family.” I imagine many kids have such thoughts, possibly influenced by books or movies. But in my case they came from my own family and friends. “Is Sheila adopted?” family friends would ask. “She doesn’t look like anyone in the family.”ContinueContinue reading “Never an Orphan”

Buddy, Grandma, and the Cleaning Parties

My maternal grandmother was a wonderful grandma – with a great tolerance for children. Don’t get me wrong. I like kids. But not a dozen at a time, which Grandma often endured enjoyed during summer vacations. But then, Grandma was a little crazy, in the best sense of word. She was funny, forgetful, and alwaysContinueContinue reading “Buddy, Grandma, and the Cleaning Parties”