Fourth of July Class Reunions

In Ketchikan, high school class reunions are held over the weekend of the Fourth. Each reunion class has a float in the parade and different activities all week long. This system is pretty brilliant when you think about it. Everyone knows when the Fourth is. Everyone knows how long ago they graduated... 10 years, 20. … Continue reading Fourth of July Class Reunions

F*R*I*E*N*D*S

Today my 18 month old grandson lightly hit his head and exclaimed, "owww." His mother's response? "Oh, did Monica Bang?" Which would normally be a weird response, and for those that know, you know. For those that don't know, this is a scene from our favorite family show, "FRIENDS." One rainy summer day in the … Continue reading F*R*I*E*N*D*S

Binge Watching Harry Potter

A movie trailer came across my social media feed. Interested, I clicked and watched the preview of a Harry Potter cast reunion. It had movie clips from over the years and I couldn't help but smile about how darn cute and scintillating they all were! And I couldn't help but think back to our family … Continue reading Binge Watching Harry Potter

That Could Have Been My Life

I watched the most adorable video of a mamma moose and her two calves playing on a lawn in Anchorage.  The grass was green, green, green and there were mature shrubs and trees.  The calves were frolicking, running in circles through a sprinkler and around and around their mamma. It is funny the things that … Continue reading That Could Have Been My Life

Home REALLY is Where the Heart Is.

When I was in my thirties my parents sold our childhood home and moved into their dream home, designed and built by them with a yard big enough for huge gardens. Although I loved it, and I was so happy for my parents, I missed our comfortable old home, the one I was raised in, … Continue reading Home REALLY is Where the Heart Is.

The Last Time

Graduation time. A perfect time to reblog this post.. With a few edits 🙂

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When my daughter was about eight, my husband said to me, “I don’t remember the last time she rode on my shoulders.” She was too big now. “I didn’t realize the last time I carried her would be the LASTtime.” There are a lot of things like that.  A lot of “last times” that sneak up on you.

The last time we brushed her teeth for her or helped her take a bath.  Monitoring her closely, making sure she didn’t A) drown and B) Neglect to wash the back of her neck.

The last time we held hands crossing the street or kept one eye on her in a large crowd.

The last time we rushed to school to bring a forgotten lunch or homework.

The last time we helped her zip her coat, tug on mittens or pull a hat down over…

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Serendipity of the Itchy Kind

When one of the girls came home with lice I was horrified! Just horrified. My entire childhood and the first ten years as a parent I had never heard of a single case. I knew there was such a thing, but I had never seen a louse before.  Had never known anyone that had one … Continue reading Serendipity of the Itchy Kind

Getting an “A”

It was the day before the end of a school quarter when we learned that Laura had not turned in a major school project.  Apparently, it was a "partner project" and, Lucky Laura, her partner was a flake. Laura does not like confrontation, but we stood beside her while she called her partner.  As we … Continue reading Getting an “A”

What it Means to be a Family Dog.

This morning I woke up thinking about loyal, sweet Gwennie.  Even though she has been gone two years, I can still almost feel her.  Her head on the bed, staring at me, willing me to wake up.  Her toenails, click, click, clicking as she follows Scott's heel closely as he gets ready in the morning.  … Continue reading What it Means to be a Family Dog.

FaceTime and all that jazz.

I am a gramma.  In spite of one daughter's campaign to call me Grampoo (Gracie.... really?), I am called Gramma.  The word needs to be said in a very specific way.... graaaama.... drawn out and high pitched, alright, it could maybe be described as being whiny.   I have said graaaama to him from the … Continue reading FaceTime and all that jazz.