Years ago, when my 4 older granddaughters were still young, I lived on the East Coast and they lived on the West. It worked for us, at least temporarily, as a great communication vehicle. Together we tried some pretty creative ways to stay connected. The blog below is actually a magazine column I wrote when my granddaughter, Laura, was about…
There I was in a long line with my grocery cart. The lady at the front – the OCD woman with 30 clipped magazine coupons to scan, each of which will save her 1.5 cents – was proudly waving her fanned collection at the checker as if she were about to be a big winner in Reno. This was going…
There was a time, actually not so long ago, when we made choices and they stayed made. We chose among a menu of options and decided on just one. We chose an employer, spouse, educational path, profession, home and community. We decided what our primary assumptions, preferences and loyalties were. Once our choices were made it took a…
SFO Airport/San Francisco. 3:00 am PDT. Three of my granddaughters (ages 7, 11, 14) and I are flying to the East Coast. Their 17-year-old sister is already at our house. Accustomed to flying together, the girls and I are a moving combination of jocular and somnambulant. We have a 5:00 a.m. departure with a connection to make in Denver. Ever…
As my wife often remarks, she isn’t worried about me running off with a younger woman. A younger woman wouldn’t understand a word I said. My musical, political, historical and humor references would precede her by a number of years, possibly even extend to before she was born. Still, I do try to stay current, thanks to my grandchildren, ages…
My 6-year-old granddaughter and I were at the grocery store, just the two of us.
She lives on the other side of the United States with her family. Skype is a sorry substitute for spending time (in the flesh, not virtually) with her, her sisters, and her cousins. So I have to make the most of every opportunity when we’re actually together, in person. . . . Read More