I Tore the House Apart Looking for My Nana’s Tea Set—Then I Overheard My Husband on the Phone and Froze

“To Milly, the girl who made tea time magic.”

I used it. I cared for it. I honored and treasured it above all.

Every tea party was a little resurrection, of Nana’s voice, her touch, and her warmth.

I’ve kept it close for nearly 28 years. It’s been with me continue reading …