Seventeen years ago, my fingers hurt so much that I couldn’t button my shirt or pick up my grandbabies. A rheumatologist diagnosed it as ost...

My oldest grandson was a late talker, so he pointed. Not that he couldn’t. He just wouldn’t. He preferred to point and make cute little ...

What Are YOU Pointing At? Yesterday my daughter, Staci, shared a story with me about a friend who was "delighting" in sharing...