One of the clearest memories of my childhood involves a blood-stained doorknob and a cabinet full of canned vegetables.
It dates back about 30 years to a little town in the mountains of western Pennsylvania during a summer visit to my mom’s very large family — and it’s an incident that taught some important lessons about how to make our way in the world. You can read all about it in my new guest post at Lisa Hendey’s catholicmom.com blog. By the way, the post is not written exclusively for Catholics or moms. But an appeciation for tough Italian grandmothers will definitely enhance your enjoyment of it.