I was honored to give the eulogy at my grandmother’s memorial. Here are the final pieces of her extraordinary life.

It’s Sunday, January 9th, around 8:00 pm. We’re a little over a week into the new year and the rhythms of 2022 are beginning to reveal themselves.

I look back now and see that little green notebook as the first safe space for my truest thoughts. Journaling provided me a solid tangibility to my feathery feelings….