Life with children, especially with toddlers, would so much easier if you had no agenda. Two hours to walk to Starbucks? No Problem. I have nothing else to do. But that life just doesn't exist, except for, maybe, when Granny visits.
My grandfather taught me that without a form of communication, there is nothing that holds us together. These connections are capable of transcending the greatest divisions, whether it is among friends, families, or nations.
Last week, my grandma gave me some delicious beans she had cooked up (she makes the best beans in the world, I kid you not). I placed them lovingly in an insulated bag and carefully positioned them in my car so they wouldn't spill or be otherwise disturbed on my way home.
"Don't sweat the small stuff. There are so many things, just this week, that I've heard you girls talk about, you know, this person and that person, that in the great scheme of things really don't matter. I think that's what I'd tell myself."
Their Pop is the one they saw last month, the last time they saw him. The Pop that was not feeling well that day. The Pop that slept most of the day, but still managed to get up and spend some time with them.
Abby took her girlfriend home to Minneapolis over Labor Day weekend, and, at the insistence of her father, her girlfriend joined them for the family lunch with Grandpa. After an awkward beginning, with Grandpa not knowing who Abby's surprise guest was, Abby's dad stepped in and began the conversation.
He was like a guardian unto me. His grey fedora the rim of my world, smiling down all around me, bobbing up down on his fat knees. He was a dancer actually, and quite a good one at that too.
My maternal grandmother always wanted to be a writer. But how, in the era before microwaveable nuggets and iPads, was a mother of four to eke out time to write? She had a quirky wit and a penchant for the outrageous; she would have made an excellent mom-blogger.
Trusting my own instincts can be very hard for me at these times. I find myself caught between wanting to be the perfect daughter and making my parents happy and needing to be the mother that I know Lizzy requires me to be. Yesterday, motherhood won out.
In an ironic generational twist, the children of Baby Boomers are proving more inclined to turn to their grandparents for advice -- at least when it comes to learning about managing money and saving for the future.
Whenever I go back to visit my parents in the upstate New York city where I grew up, I run into old childhood friends and classmates who have stayed i...
Imagine someone, anyone, telling you that. Imagine hearing, "You're 50, you shouldn't be skydiving." Or, "You're too old to garden." Or, "You need wheelchair assistance... your days of traveling are over."
have been talking to your teens for over two decades. Even though trends and styles may change, teens still have the same concerns and the same secrets that they would like you to know, but just don't feel comfortable telling you.
Magic is everywhere. Like in my painting it's right outside your window looking in, frequently unnoticed. It's not that we don't believe that anything is possible. Often we are blind to miracles because we have tunnel vision.
While I am a huge fan of using different digital tools to stay connected with others, I also think that nothing can replace the impact of spending some face time with loved ones. These moments are important in building relationships between grandparents and their grandchildren, but can also be useful in helping families keep an eye on an aging loved one's health.