
My wife took a picture of me the other day, walking down the sidewalk holding a grandson’s hand. A “sweet” picture perhaps, except for my posture. Head bent, looking down, an old […]
My wife took a picture of me the other day, walking down the sidewalk holding a grandson’s hand. A “sweet” picture perhaps, except for my posture. Head bent, looking down, an old […]
The little boy looked at mother, father, aunts, uncles, grandmothers, and he saw white hair, no hair, slow movement, old. He knew he was different, the same family, but a different category; […]