Itâ€™s always an adventure at Gramma and Papaâ€™s. Continue reading
Tag Archives: grandparents
Recently the wildfires that seem to be an annual occurrence in the hills and valleys around my childhood home once again reared their ugly head. I messaged my mom over chat. Continue reading
It was 6 a.m. The phone rang.
â€œGrandma passed away last night.â€
I didnâ€™t cry.
I got the boys ready for school. I got ready for work. I followed my routine. It was Jan. 22, 2012. Continue reading
â€œOkay, here we go.
Focus. Speed. I am speed. One winner, forty-two losers. I eat losers for breakfast.
Breakfast? Maybe I should have had breakfast? Brekkie could be good for me.
No, no, no, focus. Speed. Faster than fast, quicker than quick.
I am Lightning.â€
Grab your towels and hang on tight folks.
The muppets and I headed south for a last minute vacation to my childhood home. (Ideally for some relaxation â€“ for mommy anyway, since Search would undoubtedly deposit himself in GrammaJâ€™s lap for the duration and Destroy wouldâ€¦well destroy things.)
Itâ€™s in the mid-90s weather wise. My brother lives on the beach. I put these two nuggets of wisdom together and thought, â€œYou know what seems like a good idea?! Letâ€™s take the boys on their very first beach trip.â€ Continue reading
Sometimes, where words fail, music speaks. And the melodies are the memory.
Itâ€™s been three months since G.G. left us â€“ I imagine her once again chasing rides in stylish cars and searching out the perfect tan at the waterâ€™s edge, while her once and again rock star pursues her. I miss her.
So on Saturday night, I got dolled up and headed out on the town. The Stan Kenton Alumni band was playing at Santa Clara â€“ my own alma mater. (Ok, so the town was two miles down the road.) We were ready to take in some classic big band jazz. And relive the memories in the melody. Continue reading
We woke up at 7 a.m. (letting Mommy sleep far later than the Christmas mornings of her childhood) and descended the steep not-to-code stairs. Jon had brewed a pot of coffee for Grandma Nancy â€“ of which I greedily availed myself to as well. As we gathered caffeine cups and black Hefty bags for wrapping paper containment, I truly felt like a parent for the first time. Continue reading