Ah, Summer. . . time to relax. Or so they say. If you’re a mother of littles, you smile faintly when you hear this phrase and murmur to no one in particular, “Someday”. Or perhaps you’re like me, even after all the children are grown and gone, you have never gotten the hang of relaxing. …
Author: Grandma Grace
Grit or Grace?
I don’t care for ladders. This may have something to do with my discomfort with heights. (Heights is any time my feet are more than three feet from the ground.) Some of you are snickering at the ridiculousness of my fear, but some of you are nodding with empathy. So in the case of fears,…
Dead End or Bridge?
We make choices all day long; some seemingly small choices. What to eat, what to wear, how we answer an annoying person, whether to tell a white lie, whether to work diligently or slack just a little, whether to take the time to check on a family member. These may not be momentous decisions…
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The Cold Facts about Cold Cereal
Slurp, crunch, munch. What’s cuter than a toddler enjoying her bowl of cereal? But would you feel happy if she were eating three chocolate chip cookies instead of cereal? What if her cereal has the same amount of sugar as three cookies?! If you’re a mom or grandma and you’re reading this blog, I’m guessing…
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how negatively we speak to each other. Words are powerful. Negative words; insults, betrayals, gossip, inpatient comments, cutting comebacks, sarcasm, fault-finding, belittling, discouraging words, criticism, lies, disrespect are powerful to harm. The hurt from thoughtless words hurled in anger or bubbling up from impatience can last a lifetime…
Your Beautiful Bouquet
I feel like a giddy child who just received an unexpected gift from a favorite aunt! I’ll pass it along to you if you love flowers, and you’ll be as thrilled as me. Years ago I tore out a page from a magazine now long forgotten. In an organizing mood about a year ago, I…