Story For My Grandaughter.
There Is a Huge Yellow Muskoka Chair in Southriver Ontario.

Christmas Eve cookie baking with two excited little girls.

They say that tears cleanse a tortured and hurt soul in a way words never can.Works like a superglue to heal the cracks and fine lines resulting from a
broken heart.But tears can be a very good thing as well in other circumstances.
The birth of a child or a marriage ceremony will bring enough tears to cascade like a waterfall.

A Thanksgiving poem about my granddaughters.

Food warms the soul. It can also be art?!

Arthritis may have our backs and knees but when the little one falls down we have the need for speed.

My middle grandson (at 22 months) – post-trauma of trapping his finger…

Wisdom isn’t gained at birth and its not an overnight process.One has to live a full life to gain such a honored possession.And some doesn’t get as much as they should in their lifetime.But if you live long enough you do gain this even if you don’t want to.
Hasn’t wrote in awhile,thought this was a fitting entry to start writing once again.

A poem for our granddaughter’s fifth birthday.

Savanna Mace spends the night with her grandparents in preparation for a trip to the zoo.