Without giving away my age (lol), I’ll simply state that I recently became a great-grandmother.

Amazingly enough, that means my daughter, Mary, has become (gulp) a grandmother. Wowser. Seems she just graduated from eighth grade.

While downsizing recently and getting rid of years of writing, I came across an email Mary sent me in 2000. At that time, she was living in Illinois, and I often drove almost six hours to visit.

Back then, I sometimes wrote a guest column for the now-defunct News-Sentinel, and Mary proposed an idea for one.

She wrote, “I remember a friend telling me that no matter how warmly she dressed her infant son, her mother was sure he was cold and would add another layer. When I had my daughter, Marissa, now four, I was stunned when my mother did the same thing, in fact,

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