Gremlins

With a huge sigh of relief, I shut and locked my front door. Whew, the little devils were gone. Hallelujah! I love my grandchildren, truly I do, but they are exhausting. It seemed as though my house had been invaded by poltergeists, the way the lights kept turning on and off, on and off. “Please … Continue reading Gremlins →

Hands

With his tiny finger, my grandson traced the raised veins on the back of my hand. His touch was gentle, and with it came a flood of warm and tender memories. Those conspicuous veins are a family trait. I have my mother's hands. My mother never liked her hands, with the protruding and noticeable … Continue reading Hands →

Grandma v. Stroller

I stood in the rain, my frustration mounting. I muttered to myself as horns honked and strangers offered advice. I gave the stroller a hard kick. It was another episode of, Grandma vs. Stroller. When my kids were little there was only one kind of stroller. It had a metal frame and a plastic … Continue reading Grandma v. Stroller →

The Stocking Queen

There are times that I question my intelligence. If I had said yes, I could have saved myself hundreds of hours of work. Hours spend peering through a magnifying glass trying to thread a needle. Hours spent cutting out microscopic pieces of felt, and sewing on tiny little sequins and teeny beads. What the heck … Continue reading The Stocking Queen →

I Have Lost My Marbles

I have lost my marbles. Literally. Dozens of times, all over town and across several states. Even as far away as Ireland and Morocco! I have lost, and found, marbles over and over again. Why does this keep happening to me? I’m in “The Worlds Biggest Marble Hunt,” and it’s loads of fun. “The Worlds … Continue reading I Have Lost My Marbles →