Remembering my brother

Remembering my brother

My brother Tim was adopted. To look at the two of us, you wouldn’t have guessed that. In fact, though he was seven years younger, Mom would sometimes mix up our baby pictures. We had your typical sibling relationship – loved filled but able to fight like...
To Jennie and others grieving…

To Jennie and others grieving…

My family loves to cook. Family & friends often recommend I check out new websites for food. But, the recommendation to visit In Jennie’s Kitchen was different. It was based on a need for support – emotional and financial. (The best background can be...