Confessions of a Young Grandma
I must confess I love the month of May. I vividly can recall the smell the fragrant lilacs in bloom in our next door neighbor’s yard when I lived in my childhood home. Their shrubs were directly under our kitchen window, so the scent of these aromatic blooms could not be missed. As I exited …
I must confess, I am a huge fan of the medical mystery genre whether reading about these in print or watching these on television. The phrase, “When you hear hoofbeats, think horses not zebras,” is often quoted in the medical world, and was coined in the late 1940s by Dr. Theodore Woodward. It was meant …
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“I must confess” has been the beginning of each of my posts since I began my blog in 2018. Today's confession centers on all the things I have learned since becoming a grandma - which, incidentally, is very different than being a mother. I am no longer captain of the ship, so to speak, and …
I must confess, I wasn’t sure anyone would notice that it’s been a little over four months since my last post. I was actually considering shutting down my blog. But this week FOUR people on separate occasions asked me if I had stopped blogging. I’ve since reconsidered. So many things have been going on since …
I must confess, I packed a lot of living into my Sunday this past weekend. The hubby and I hosted a brunch for ten friends, we witnessed a football game of epic proportions, and we played the most extraordinary and engaging board game with a pair of our lively grandkids. Life is good. Sunday morning …
I must confess that I absolutely know when autumn arrives in my neck of the woods. On my drive home from my granny nanny duties, I check to see if "the sign" is there, and if it is not I go on my merry way thankful for another day of summer. However, when I see …
I must confess I am a sucker for sweet sounding alliteration (did you catch that?) which is why many of my blog articles are entitled this way. Anyway, it's about time I posted again, but I’ve been preoccupied with a variety of late summer activities which have kept me away from my laptop lately. But today …
I must confess, this summer has been running away from me with too many fun and interesting things to do, and it’s kept me away from blogging, but I could not let the chance pass by to tell you about an extraordinary camping experience we had recently with, like, oh, about hundred other people. Yes, …
I must confess I was not born with a green thumb. Although I aspire to have a one, gardening is not going to appear on my resume anytime soon. When my son and his wife recently moved into their new home, I offered to plant some flowers around their property and achieved mixed results. Friends, …
I must confess, I had a near death experience today. It happened at the car wash. I was getting the plethora of dead insect remains off of my car as I happily rolled on through the scrubbers when everything stopped. WHAT! When I was a kid this was one of my worst nightmares. The last …
I must confess, when I first heard about Swedish death cleaning I was a little startled, but more intrigued. I was viewing a television news program a few weeks ago in which this concept was featured, and I borrowed from the library the book that the news piece was based upon entitled, The Gentle Art …
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I must confess that I've been a little less than enthusiastic about blogging lately. Recently several people asked my about my blog, and I thought it was about time to get back into the swing of things. When my daughter in particular asked why I haven't been posting, I thought about it and replied honestly, …
I must confess, I blinked and spring was gone. The weather here in Western New York went from freezing and snow to 92 degrees yesterday, setting a record in these parts. I will not miss this past winter. Ever. Nope. Not even gonna look back and complain all over again about how miserable it was. …
I must confess, I've been fighting the fact that I am getting old. There have been some definite signs that I am no longer the young person I thought I was. Some things are happening to me that I remember thinking as a young person, "I hope I'm not like that when I'm old." I …
I must confess that I enjoy crossing off items on a list. Attacking each day with my 'to-do' list in hand and having the sweet satisfaction of putting a line through these jobs as I they are done is pure joy. Determining my plan is for each day at its start helps me to stay …
