love like granny

Until I was 10, I lived two doors down from my granny on a quiet dead end street. That was great for me because any time I got in the least bit of trouble, I would sneak out of my house and run as fast as my little legs could carry me to granny’s...where, like … Continue reading love like granny

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love language of food

My granny understood the love language of food. She kept an endless supply of snacks on her table and sweet tea or fresh squeezed lemonade in the fridge. As soon as anyone walked through the door, she greeted you with “Are you hungry?” And, if you didn’t eat something, she may have gotten her feelings … Continue reading love language of food