Funny how some things can trigger memories. I've had a sea shanty running through my head lately. Which means on this cold winter day, I'm thinking about the beach.
I've been told that my family surname means, loosely translated, a weed you can't kill. I know my Gmom wasn't born with the same surname so it might not truly apply to her, but my paternal grandparents are still thriving. Well, maybe not thriving, but they are doing much better than most people their age, since … Continue reading Curating my collection.