My mom shows her great-grandson how to eat cake.
The subject of aging seems to fascinate my daughter and son and their spouses. Most particularly,
A bd cake, no matter how you slice it.
…my aging. And my guy’s.
I haven’t figured out why. Perhaps it’s because of my upcoming birthday on the Ides of March.
They seem to expect some kind of terror in our response to their teasing, asking if we have “chair rails” on our new stairs – ha ha, and telling us that perhaps my guy is eligible to use the town’s “senior center.”
A Singing BD Cake Delivery
Never mind that both of us are crazy busy in our careers and our social life. Continue reading
No matter how carefully we back up, we still run into a memory.
Or a car.
That’s what happens to me this week. I stop at the parking lot and run into the post office to buy some stamps.
I race back to my car. The thermometer reads 22 degrees, but with the wind chill, the meteorologist reports that it feels like 5.
The cold snap snaps me back to the winter I cross-country skied with my friend’s husband in Minnesota. Continue reading
While spending some vacation time together, my wise 7-year-old granddaughter and I waxed philosophically as we walked oceanic trails overlooking whales and dolphins.
Earlier, her grandfather noted that we might get caught in a rainstorm if we strolled for too long. “Oh, what a pessimist,” I teased him. “If it showers, then we’ll get to see rainbows.”
“What’s a pessimist?” Sophie asked me. Continue reading
I know I’m a pain to my family.
They’re nice enough to not call me that to my face, but I see the roll of the eyes, the shrug of their shoulders.
I don’t want to be self-righteous about eating healthy, and god knows I don’t use those two words together:
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This Valentine’s poem is in response to the blog contest by Susanna Leonard Hill, children’s author and blogger. The rules are simple: in 214 words or fewer, entrants must write a Valentine’s Day story or poem for children ages 12 and under, where one of the characters is grumpy. Special thanks to Mike Allegra and his fabulous grumpy cupid for encouraging me to enter. Continue reading