Lessons from the Grand

While in the garage watching my grandson play his innovatively made-up game, and hidden behind my shades, I chuckle under my breath until tears roll. He’s totally oblivious to the delightful entertainment that he provides. Others might think it cruel that I am laughing at his struggles while playing these games, but just think of … Continue reading Lessons from the Grand


My Badge of Honor

I’m a drool-wearing Gram! My sleeves and jeans absorb it quite courageously. It’s flung from here to there, walking in it is highly probable. For the most part, it’s not mine! When the grandson’s 2-year-old molars decided to irrupt, they came in with a vengeance producing slobber, fever, snot and crankiness. I have found it … Continue reading My Badge of Honor