Many folks have a tendency to disregard any type of sexual attractiveness, appeal or appetite when it comes to women who are Grandmothers. Especially our own children! They expect that we are "over the hill" and are finished with that part of our lives. They certainly don't expect us ...
A ten year old girl, having a conversation with her grandmother, these words of wisdom was her gift to me, and that gift is still alive and well, living inside my heart.
A story of an older woman and her Granddaughter looking through some trinkets and the memories they rouse.
An eighty year old woman is left homeless and alone in a small Newfoundland community in the 1930's. In desperation she appeals to my parents, as my father's first wife had been her daughter and she was the grandmother of my four oldest siblings.
*In memory of my 'mama' - My *grandmother. Who showed me that a woman is beautiful with a 'life-dress.' A life-dress to choose, measure, design, sew & 'cat-walk' the best ways she can.
Like the changing of the seasons, we learn that we have little control over the natural progression of time. Once we learn to let go and enjoy the moment, our worries may just lose control too.
My entertaining grandmother deserves to have a page written about her unconventional ways. So here's to you Brenda June!
The memories and love of grandparents last a lifetime...
Some grandpa called as grannypa composed a poem as per him for the first time Twas incredible hence my response I am an actor of poetry all know it...
After the extraction I go to a woman dentist for a complex filling.
he essay can be seen from many different angles as symbolic of the breaking traditions.
A lullaby poem for my three precious granddaughters...
This poem is dedicated to my late Grandmother, Bernardina, who is very loving and caring.
This is a true story of my Italian grandmother written in poetry form.
Grandparent's Day is coming up quickly and the hunt is on for the perfect way to share the love you feel for the older generation in your life. Grandparents love handmade gifts from their heirs so what is better than having your kids make them a tailor-made memory book for their spec...
Two worlds apart. Separated by a window. I know she sees me, i know she's watching.
A memory can be a place, a season, a forgotten sound or smell, or maybe just a sweet longing...
I have had the honor of being a mother, wife, sister, daughter, niece, Auntie, friend, dogs best friend and now a Gammy, to some wonderful people. Here is a peek, into my world.
A blog of my Nan who suffered a stroke at the age of 93, who has made a great recovery and is now back to her old self of telling us what to do and how to do it !
“Christmas Just Won't Be The Same This Year” This Christmas decorations are going up and the lights will shine bright, but this Christmas just won't have the sparkle of years past. The bright light that guided us in years past is gone now. ...
This story is a tribute to my late grandmother, a woman who taught me about grace and love.
This is a poem of my grandmother, she passed away last month in July. I miss her very much and she gave me the strength to create this poem.
Read on to find out how my grandma started loving the Internet..
This is a short account of a remarkable event that happened to me in 1993. I will swear in a court of law that it is true!
A tribute to my grandchildren, Nikolai, Hailey and Alyssa. Here's hoping that their futures are bright and successful.