Inspired by Sarah

Letter to a Sixteen-Year-Old

Sixteen. New Car. (Well…new to me…it was a beat up, barely running Ford Probe). Know-It-All. I didn’t need anyone to tell me anything at 16, because I had finally arrived at the time in my life where I knew all the answers. While incredibly proud of me, I think my Grandma sensed a bit of stubborn (from her son, of course) and a bit of recklessness (she would end up coming to my aid many times as I tried to figure out how to be an adult). For at sixteen, my Grandma realized that more than ever what I needed...

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Inspired by Sarah: A Journey of Heartbreak & Hope

Inspired by Sarah: A Journey of Heartbreak & Hope

If a picture is worth a thousand words, then a memory is worth a million.  Unbeknownst to any of her grandchildren, my grandmother collected dollar bills every time she came across one with a matching letter to a grandchild’s name. This Christmas, as this was being revealed, I looked through the stacks of dollar bills in awe of how many times Grandma thought of me. Nothing about this post is to brag about the amount of dollars my Grandma hoarded away. In fact, the monetary value is meaningless compared to fact that every time my Grandma held a dollar bill...

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