Live Tardy

Today my great grandmother passed away. Born in 1908, having lived nearly a century, she has seen and been through plenty.

I have some very fond memories of her and the stories she told—working in the fields, half-court-dirt-floor basketball, and more. I remember visiting her house for Thanksgivings when she would cook a feast in her small kitchen as we played football across the street. She left a few jewels with me that I’d like to remember throughout my life. Read More »