By Dawn Gentry When I was 12 years old, we often visited my grandparents’ home. But at least once my dad’s parents came to our home for an overnight stay. I needed to get something from my room while Grandpa was there, and the moment is frozen in my memory. “Thanks for sharing your room […]
By Dawn Gentry My husband, Harold, and I have been married 30 years. Some days are as boring as vanilla ice cream on white cake—sweet, but not memorable. Some days are breathtaking, like the shared first glimpse of our grandbaby. Most days are comfortable with a quiet joy, like the slippers and sweats we slide […]
