She was not my grandma. We both knew that. My grandparents had been wonderful. They died years ago.This grandma I met only recently. Met her in a nursing home. Visited her in hospitals. She was 79 and I never saw her healthy. Come to think of it, I never saw her standing up. I saw her on gurneys. In beds. Once I saw her sitting in a wheelchair, doing rehab with a therapist -- she had to pull little plastic tabs out of a wad of goopy clay, and she rolled her eyes as if to say: "Can you believe this? A woman my age? Playing with goop?"
IT WAS LIKE going to divorce court, with the judge deciding, in the end, that it was a no-fault marriage. These things happen, he seemed to say. One side wants out. The other side wants things the way they were. Make the math work. Get on with life.So it was that Barry Sanders' career with the Detroit Lions came to a bland, unsatisfying, but apparently legal end. According to the arbitrator, Sanders, who quit the team two years into his six-year contract, has to eventually give back his $5.5 million signing bonus money, but not all at once, as the Lions had wanted.
Thanks to the new millennium, we have had to update everything from computers to stationery. Now, with Valentine's Day upon us, I suppose we have to update romance, too.Particularly the love song.Let's face it. Many of the classic love songs of the 20th Century came from the '30s, '40s and '50s. People like Cole Porter, Duke Ellington, the Gershwins. We haven't had a new romantic classic in a long time, unless you count "Love Stinks."
Mitch Albom writes about running an orphanage in impoverished Port-au-Prince, Haiti, his kids, their hardships, laughs and challenges, and the life lessons he’s learned there every day.