When my grandmother told us stories, they always included the "hook," "To tell you the truth..."
This was the part of the story where we'd get the real story - the details that they didn't talk about at the time the story occurred. These "truth bombs" contained compassion, humor and a sense of practical equanimity that reminded us of her golden rule: "Treat others as you want to be treated but don’t expect the same in return."
In reviewing my writing from the past year, I realized that I've been dropping my own "truth bombs," many following similar sentiments to Grandma's but with different words. My "to tell you the truth" is: "If I'm being honest."
Grandma's presence has been so abundantly strong in my life lately that I'd be a fool not to see the correlation between story-telling styles. So away we go with a new series for 2024, in honor of my grandmother, who would have giggled at the details.
Burger Betrayal How a Chip, a Friend, and a Treehouse Defined My Food Identity
Recently, my husband asked me if I had a treehouse growing up. Immediately, I was flooded with memories of childhood backyard nostalgia, spending hours in the tree house that my father built, with my brother and our neighborhood friends.
Dancing with Disappointment: A Cinderella Story Reimagined
Have you ever wanted something so much that you could feel your cells yearning? Today, I’d like to share a story where romanticized expectations are harshly confronted by awkward reality. I