For over half a century of my life, I had been sexually attractive to someone. I just wanted that part to stop. I just wanted someone to see the daughter of God that I was, and not a piece of meat to use.
Wait, Didn’t You Become A Nun?!
The Ink in Our Veins
When I entered the family history center that stormy April afternoon, I had one thing on my mind; I had never seen a photo of my father’s father. I was 46 and I had never seen my grandfather’s face. I typed his name into the search bar on the site, Newspapers.com, “George R. Slighte,” the results came back instantly.
I Have Her Name
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.
She Read Me
I hadn't spent much time with her in person....But we had spent time together....
Every St. Patrick’s Day I Wonder Where in Ireland My Family is From
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 →
Grandma Duty
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 →
A Veterans Day Thank You
I want to talk about the many brave men and their families who make up the Veteran heritage that I have discovered during my genealogical inquiries. My grandfather, George Ronald Slighte, was the first soldier in his family. Coming from a Canadian family full of sailors, his family moved from Port Hope, Ontario to Oakland,... Continue Reading →
My Father Lived a Coward’s Life
In the Shadow of A Scorned Hero I remember growing up with stories of my father signing up for the Army the day after Marilyn Monroe died. I'm not sure what that particular fact was supposed to convey to us as children listening to his story, but it was something I never forgot. My father,... Continue Reading →
Making Our Mark
In North Carolina, I was met with the proof of a fact that I had no way of knowing when I began my journey towards graduating from Southern New Hampshire University. Having come from very intelligent parents and grandparents, yet knowing that none of them had attained what my daughter and I were obtaining in... Continue Reading →
