There were a few hours a week when my life was as busy as it used to be. Those were the hours my seven-year-old granddaughter, Mary, spent with me while her mother was at work. We spread out arts and crafts all over the kitchen table, where Mary worked on her drawing projects. One day, after my daughter, Suzan, picked Mary up, I started to clean up the happy mess and wondered what I’d do with the rest of my day
It had been months since my husband died. I had devoted
