As a child, my paternal grandmother, Rosalie, was always reading books to me. Cuddling on the couch nestled safely under the support of her arm, I felt like she was a mother eagle protecting me in the nest. This experience of being nurtured by my grandmother—the pure anticipation of the story, the message that was … Continue reading My Inner Storyteller
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