Wondering why I've decided to share so many poems lately? Well, tomorrow, March 21st IS World Poetry Day! Here's my next one, which actually was recorded first in this particular session. Screaming SecretsThe wronged shrieked from their fingertips, silenced no longer, Empowered by consent, Enraged from words not welcomed to... Continue Reading →
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 thought (he said I looked a lot like one of his relatives, still in Ireland). That gave me a little thrill,... Continue Reading →
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.
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 →
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 →