Years That Answer

When I was a young wife and mother, my grandmother was poor as a church mouse, but she once slipped me $20 so my cranky grandpa couldn't...

I received the following comment on my last post:  "I have no idea what the participle "loved" means in this context."  ...

When I was little I was a Daddy's girl. I adored him. Unfortunately, he changed from a loving father to a scary alcoholic when I was abo...

A million years ago I worked with Nancy. Old enough to be my mother, I was her supervisor. She was the first person I ever supervised.  A ge...

My husband became a great-grandpa again. His granddaughter S had a baby boy. He's a beauty, just like his 2 year old sister, CH. I claim...

I try to remain positive. Unfortunately, I'm down. I'm really down. Who isn't? Of course there is a war taking place that is so ...

This month our grandson N turns 10 years old. I started this blog 10 years ago while I was babysitting for his older sister while their pare...

As you probably know, each anniversary has a traditional theme. I couldn't remember what 50 was, so I looked up a Hallmark web site . Th...

I love colored lights! The Surly Republican across the street goes all out decorating and illuminating his house. Every night I open the doo...

I was wandering around our local Publix (the ubiquitous Florida grocery store), looking for something to pick up as a Valentine for my Tom. ...

Christmas Eve was the high point in my youth. My large family exchanged presents from siblings on the night before Christmas. We would have ...

Our new (and first!) great-grandbaby was born a few days ago. All went well, and she is home now. She lives far from us, in the frozen north...

Father's Day has come and gone. It is always a tough holiday for me. My Dad was complicated, and when I say "complicated" it...

Yesterday I received Valentine's Day flowers from my three grown-up grandchildren who live up north. You really have to know a bit about...

This post is for my blog-friend Sabine , who is often the voice crying out in the wilderness.  Baby Sister texted to thank me for posting ab...

Yes, I am bone tired. I am back from the family wedding that warranted my new haircut. I had a great time, filled with family, old friends, ...

What a mind-boggling, life changing year 2017 was for me. I'm a compulsive photo chronicler, so I have photos to testify on behalf of th...

I have a box filled with old recipes. Some typed, some painfully constructed in all caps on index cards of varying sizes. Others are xeroxed...

My husband, T, had his autosomal DNA tested last May in hopes of finding out his heritage. This is a popular endeavor in the U.S. ri...

The last Grandma story (for now): Grandma was a fundamentalist Protestant and a Pentecostal charismatic who talked in tongues when the spi...