Tag: Grandpa

Twenty-five years ago, my wife and I would leave my parents’ home after a visit and snark to each other about how hot it was in their house. According to us, they had the temperature cranked up to about a million degrees. “I’m sweating like a pig.” “I could hardly br...

It’s been a while since we last spoke. I heard his voice and smiled to myself. As we let each other know what’s currently up in our lives, I thought to myself: “The older I become, the more I hear myself in my grandfather. He’s me in another time period. The w...