While my 6-month old granddaughter slumbered in my lap, I studied her chubby little arm and noticed babies have no wrists. What a delicious way to meditate.
After my best friend died, I invited ten of her closest friends and her three daughters to a “Remembering Marilyn on Her Birthday” gathering. What better day to gather than on her birthday.
Transitioning from my Paris honeymoon to my daily routine has been hard. Two years ago I wrote a post about how to beat post vacation blues, so I thought I was prepared.
Last week, 20 of our members celebrated the 8th anniversary of the GaGa Sisterhood. After lunch, we sat in a circle and told stories about what defines us as grandmas.
Frances admits that as her 65th birthday approached, a big party was not her style. Yet she wanted to reach out and share her gratitude for arriving at this milestone.