A life of things is no life
"The best things in life aren't things." - Art Buchwald My grandmother was one of nine children living in a tiny, three bedroom apartment. Few things were truly "yours" in my grandmothers household growing up. You often shared a bed with one ore two of your sisters, not to mention clothes, toys, books and anything else which could be handed down to the next oldest child. When I used to listen to my grandmother talk about growing up, while there was no denying it was hard, the sense of family and security she felt for the people living in that tiny apartment was something few of us will ever understand. As cliche as it sounds, my grandmother would sometimes tell me, "We didn't have much, but we had each other…