When you think of “grandmother,” what comes to mind? Sandwiched between flour-covered cheeks from baking cookies? Cups full of warm milk and stars on the ceiling? Arms opened wide to hold you even when you’ve made a mistake? That’s what most of us envision as children. And that’s what we expect our family to be …
The self-help book is loud. And noisy. I know. I’ve been on the receiving end of that noise. Every year hundreds of books hit the shelves promising to help me become more confident. Wealthier. More at peace. More disciplined. More purposeful. Happier. Most grab my attention in chapter one and end up collecting dust for …










































