Jamaica holiday, right now.
These are three of my grandchildren. All teenagers. Two sisters. Three cousins. Each is a child of the heart of a lovely configuration of devoted adults.
They’ve known each other their whole lives, though they meet as a trio only a few times a year. Nothing diminishes their acceptance of one another, their love, their trust, their teasing. Whatever they might hide at this point in their life just doesn’t matter. When together they exude that rarest and most precious of energies. Joy. It’s infectious. Read More
