This plant has a long history. My paternal grandmother passed away before I was born. At the time, someone gave the family a Mother-in-Law’s tongue plant as a condolence. My father carefully nursed it along for well over 25 years until he took a job that required him to be away from home. He left the plant with his dad to care for it. Grandpa’s veggie garden always looked great but when it came to houseplants…. Yeah, not so much. When my dad got it back in the summer of 2006, most of the plant was dead. There were four leaves total that weren’t completely dead, just mostly. Both had turned brown where they connected to the soil but the upper 8 inches or so looked green and relatively healthy. Because the plant had some sentimental value my dad really hoped it could be continued in some form. So we each took two leaves to try to regrow. I cut off the dead part on the bottom of my leaves and stuck them straight into the potting mix. For about 6 months nothing happened. They didn’t die but they didn’t seem to be growing either. Then one day there was a little shoot of pale green poking out of the soil. I literally jumped up and down in excitement. :-) Haven’t asked my dad how his two leaves fared, but mine seems to be doing fine. Growing slowly, but growing none the less.