Whenever this time of year comes around, my mind wanders to the carefree days of childhood, snuggled under warm covers while listening to Bing Crosby.
One of the strongest memories I have is being in Japan with my family, eagerly awaiting my grandparents’ arrival at our house. Many times they made the trip from Florida to our apartment in Kobe and my sister and I would count the days until they came.
My grandma was (and still is!) a whiz at crossword puzzles, so I always made sure to have several books on hand. She always brought homemade gifts for us (in fact, if you ever meet her she will probably tell you about the