My toddler grandson and I FaceTime most mornings as he eats breakfast and I sip my coffee. He adores scrambled eggs, stuffing chubby fistfuls into his mouth in between offering them across his high chair tray to the phone propped up on the counter. I pretend to take a bite and we both giggle. "Vince,… Continue reading Scrambled Eggs, Ruby Bridges, and the Ties That Bind Us to Our Ancestors Generations Later
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THE MEMOIR LIFE 