I’ve always been a looking-forward kind of person. Live in the moment, plan and prepare for the future, and don’t waste a lot of time and energy looking backward. Past is gone. Past is prologue, and what reader worth her salt spends valuable story time perusing the prologue? That was me. Until the weekend we

My grandmother’s name was Carrie Lee. She was eminently practical, and not given to deep philosophical dialogues. If I had asked her whether or not she loved my grandfather, she would probably have laughed and said, “Honey, love is more than a notion.” Carrie Lee didn’t talk about love; she lived it. Like this: One