My husband was around 8 when his grandmother died. She'd been in poor health for quite some time and was pretty much confined to her third-story loft Brownstone apartment in Chicago. On Sheffield Street. An apartment that just happened to coincide with the first-base line at Wrigley Field. Which is why he spent many spring, …
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My Grandmother’s Hands
Sitting at the computer early one morning, contemplating the challenges of aging gracefully, I glanced down and recoiled in horror! My grandmother's hands rested on the keyboard.
Mary Cunningham, Author 