A few weeks ago, my mom made the trek out to Michigan to visit her sisters (my aunties) and my Grandma. One night while Mom and my baby sister were out there, the Shaffer girls (because that's what they become when they're all together again) and Grandma gathered around the kitchen table to talk food and enjoy one another's company.  That's when Grandma brought out the game.  Boggle.  My grandmother looks sweet and kind and delicate because she normally is.  My beloved late grandfather was a pastor and Grandma fed every stray person and dog that Grandpa brought home; and that was many, many mouths.  She is kindness personified and I have View Post