This is a special memory from my own childhood. I spell my name Grandma Kc. It is Grandma not Grama or Granma or any other spelling because Daddy said so! I still remember that day. It was after my parents had gotten divorced and I was spending one of my monthly weekends with him. He Read the Rest
This is a special memory from my own childhood. When I wrote about my parents getting a divorce when I was about 10 I talked about how unfair it was that the divorce meant I wouldn’t have much contact with my grandparents or my other relatives, something that I have always felt was so unfair. Read the Rest
Now that Amara is 10, I think we look forward to her visits even more than before. Last weekend was certainly no exception. It was just your typical sleepover full of lots of fun. Amara is lucky to have so many grandparents that love her and that live so close by. I am the luckiest Read the Rest
This is a special memory from my own childhood. Recently I’ve seen many pictures of crab apple trees blooming and they bring childhood memories flooding back. Springtime always reminds me of some of the fun things we did with Daddy as little girls growing up on that big farm. Remember the crab apple orchard that Read the Rest
I’ve talked a lot about the fun I have at Jog-a-thon. Last year I told you about the Popsicle Party the PTA hosted for Amara’s class because they had raised the most money. Last year Amara was also the top fundraiser in the school. Guess what? Her class did it again this year and so Read the Rest
This is a special memory from my own childhood. Writing all of these stories about my childhood has been fun and it has been good for me, too. It let me remember some of the wonderful fun things that happened on the farm when I was young. Nevertheless, eventually I have to talk about what Read the Rest