Nan sat in her recliner admiring her Christmas gift. Her grandchildren had bought her a tablet. She was intrigued that she could read without turning a page. “Nanna,” Matt called. Nan barely heard her grandson as she fiddled with the keypad. “Nan, I’m going home,” Matt said, “so give me a hug.” Nan stretched an arm towards her grandson, balancing the tablet on her knees. “Uh-uh! I want a real hug. Come on, get up.” Matt stretched his hands towards … Continue reading →