My grandma, who I simply called, "Grandma," but whom everyone else called by her middle name, "Ellen," was my confidant when I was a growing girl. It was with her that I saw my first music video on a late-night television show after Grandpa went to bed.
When my daughter and her husband bought me a DNA test for my birthday a few years ago, I was thrilled to confirm that I was almost as Irish as an old boyfriend had though (he said I looked a lot like one of his relatives, still in Ireland). That made me happy. My first... Continue Reading →
...I made an appointment for abortion counseling which would be followed in two days by the surgery. I was approximately seven weeks along...
About a week ago, I asked my therapist how long this particular Major Depressive Episode had been going on. Without a pause, she answered, "Since the summer." I could have saved a bit of time and checked the publication date of my last blog post -- on ALL of my blogs. I have not written... Continue Reading →
One week ago today, my fourth grandchild was born. She is the first child of my last child; the baby girl of my baby girl. Yes, I am a happy grandma and a very proud mama, but why does being a Grandma mean more to me than any other role I have ever held? I... Continue Reading →