As a divorced mom, I don’t get to have my kids every day. It can be hard for all of us, but in some real ways, it’s a blessing. Here’s what it means when I have my kids.
I’m making this pot roast from a recipe my Gram Rena gave me years ago, fighting tears with every chop—and I haven’t even gotten to the onions. My Gram has dementia—and I miss her every time I remember something of hers that she cannot.