January Feb. 1, 2023 You showed up cold, as usual. And the depth of cold kept pelting our already wounded soul. January, you bring the reminders of our own humanity, our own limitations here on this big planet, our deepest hurts, the breath knocked out of us and even in all of that, we live to see December. In January, 1995 my grandmother, Lora Malone transitioned to her heavenly home. She suffered from parkinsons disease for a long time...