Cold Hands, Warm Heart

My paternal grandmother (I call her Nana) has poor circulation, just like me. Our hands and feet are always cold. When I was little, she used to take my tiny hand between her own much larger ones and try to bring some warmth back to my chilly digits. While doing it, she’d typically intone, “Cold…

2015

Goals: Get better. Walk the Camino. Sing. Kiss. Hold hands. Keep on dancing in the kitchen. You’re the best thing about my 2014. I can’t wait to see 2015 with you, Doug.