My grandmother’s smile of pleasure quickly dissolved into concern when I walked in the door, shivering, nose and cheeks red from the cold and the snow. My heavy black coat, fuzzy hat and scarf... Read more >>

My grandma was a very special person in my life. Though she died over thirty years ago, I can never imagine my life without her. While growing up she was my savior, my hero, my life line. I was her... Read more >>

When I was just a little girl my grandma used to say, “Be careful what you do in life, be careful where you play. For the Lord is watching over, He sees your every move . . . so be careful my... Read more >>

I had this dream I don’t how long ago I had this dream but still remember it. Here it goes: I was coming out my bathroom of my house when I hear my grandpa say, “your grandma wants to see... Read more >>

My memories of Grandma are a little fuzzy, a little vague. Details, mostly, like the frumpy housedresses that she wore every day. How I rarely saw her rest in those dresses. I can see... Read more >>

It’s October 1, 1996 and I’m in a hospital room visiting with my grandmother. I’m seven months pregnant and insisting this baby had better be a girl. She’s lecturing me for the... Read more >>

We picked her up Friday, late afternoon. Belted her in, with large bag and gate in trunk, we headed back to our nest. After slaving most of the morning on a delicious home made mac and cheese, she... Read more >>

Frequently when someone mentions Buick, the immediate reaction is, “That’s an old person car.” That unfortunate stereotype in this youth obsessed culture has resulted in these cars... Read more >>

Mom: Sweetie, Ann? Could you please pass the chicken? Ann: Sure Mom. Dad: So Henry, how was baseball practice? Henry: It was great Dad. I hit a homerun and everybody cheered. Grampa: Henry, you... Read more >>

For all those times when the babysitter can't figure out the remote control situation. Photo Nicolas Zurcher, source: designinginteractions.com Read more >>