Why I Pick Up Pennies: A Manifesto of Sorts

Why I PIck UP Pennies1Almost exactly two years ago, I sat across from my grandma as she blew out the candles on her birthday cake. Her 93rd birthday cake. She laughed, and she cried. I remember watching her eyes glisten as I told her I couldn’t imagine having ninety-three birthday cakes. She squeezed my hand and said, “Neither can I, honey. Neither can I.”

Exactly two years ago, she passed away. It was entirely unexpected. At the time, I couldn’t comprehend what I lost – a second mother, the finest cook, a certified spitfire, our family’s historian, the best spare-change finder I’ve ever known. While I still can’t put pen to paper well enough to convey the weight of that loss, I can finally articulate some of the real wisdom she imparted, the insight that became the catalyst for this blog. Continue reading “Why I Pick Up Pennies: A Manifesto of Sorts”

Why I Pick Up Pennies: A Manifesto of Sorts