One year ago. I boarded a plane in the morning, switched off my phone and read a book. It had been weeks of wondering and waiting, so I decided.... "The heck with it, I am going down there NOW!" I made a reservation the next morning, and now found myself sitting on the plane, headed … Continue reading Birthdays
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.