FOR EVERY PAIN THERE’S A REASON When I first saw Mildred she was walking out of the library ahead of me. From the back her hair was beautiful, abundant and white like whipped cream. But her gait was uneven and each step deliberate — a sure sign of pain in her lower extremities. She was carrying books and bags all Read more…
"Do Not Discard!"
Join this bionic grandma in her battle against "the wrinkled years."