Words from Pop-Pop

I am a product of a village. I could have had all the lessons, experiences, and adventures without the community who raised me. Some of my village is still present on this side, but many have gone on to be with the Lord. It is so hard to see the people who you always saw as strong warriors slowly slip away. The hardest ones for me were my grandparents. I lost three grandparents in just under four years. Two were during this same week in March, just different years. Today's story is about my grandfather, affectionally known as Pop-Pop.

La Cristina Dice: The Mother/Daughter Tree

I imagine that my mom, my daughter and I are all part of a tree. My mom is the roots, sturdy and strong, keeping us grounded. She is for the most part unseen, but the rest of the tree wouldn't exist without her.  Please read this beautiful post from La Cristina Dice about the connection [...]