Some time ago, an old friend in mom’s ward made brownies for me one year for my birthday. Little did she know, that one act of kindness would start a tradition. Not only for me, but for every member of my family still living under mom’s roof because her kind heart couldn’t possibly leave anyone out.   Since it had been some time since I had grandma notice me (almost before my recollection) I called her Grandma Ann. I guess, you make a big deal and hand out a moniker like that, it could guilt a person into turning a single act of kindness into a tradition. Which is what it did. Continue reading →