Is Nana Wearing out her Welcome?
It’s definitely been all about the grandmas round here, whether mine or my children’s or my own doting Nana self sharing photos and anecdotes. I did offer up a little What I Wore the…
View PostIt’s definitely been all about the grandmas round here, whether mine or my children’s or my own doting Nana self sharing photos and anecdotes. I did offer up a little What I Wore the…
View PostDressed for comfort, in my mind a soupçon of sturdy or street chic, on my way to yoga class yesterday. The Blundstones are in deference to icy docks, my mustard Gap khakis hide a pair…
View PostMy English grandma and I, the summer my dad flew her out to visit us, 1966, something like nine years since we’d seen her, four or five, I think, since she’d been widowed. My Dad…
View PostRight after I finished writing the last post here, I headed out for a run. Crossing the bridge, I almost turned back, the sidewalk icy under the layer of snow. But while the footing was…
View PostWe came to Vancouver for this little one’s birthday, and my, was she happy! What a delight it is to have a wee girl’s face light up at the very sight of you…Nana! Granddad! I…
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