I have lots of photos of my four granddaughters but can't for the life of me figure out how to put them on my blog.
Wish I could. They are lovely, smart, funny, darling.
Bern and I did some good things in our long life together--but nothing better than having two wondrous children and four remarkable granddaughters.
Emma and Morgan are 12--becoming young women. Tegan is 9 and trailing behind her two sisters.
Eleanor is 2 1/2 and far beyond that in many ways.
I wish they all lived next door but the Bradley girls are in Baltimore and Eleanor McCarthy lives in Brooklyn.
I don't miss grandsons and never will.
These girls are the loves of my life.
I want to live long enough to see what becomes of them.
My girls....
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- some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.
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