grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
Little Black Book, Big Opportunity
It was the week before final project presentations for the university’s undergraduate Architectural Program. As campus grounds were becoming densely populated with blooming tulips and leaves covering the branches of maple trees were awakening to the warmth and bright light from the sun’s rays, there was a sense of excitement overcoming the nervous, sleep-deprived students, who had been busy tucked away behind the constant glow of their computer screens and unorganized studio desks, hastily working toward the completion of their projects before the imminent deadline.
By Christina Smith5 years ago in Families
The Mystery Man
This was no ordinary black book. No siree, this little beauty was adorned with rivets of gold and grape-coloured jewels. Gingerly, the twelve-year-old Charlie scooped up the treasure from its gift box, slowly caressing its cover then flipping it over to feel and inspect more of its soft, smooth and leathery dark surface.
By Lynda Sarrasin5 years ago in Families
Time Capsule
How do people do it, go to college, work, homework, cook, clean, socialize? Something has to give. The nursing program is tough, so tough the homework is piled on my desk so high, my watch is ringing that I have an hour before I have to work. I pack my packsack full of texts, binders, paper, pens and paper.
By Leslie Strom5 years ago in Families
The Black Ledger
The black leger The well-worn black leather notebook felt soft, in Emily's hands, she can’t think of a time she had ever seen her grandfather without it. The book was something he had always carried around and turned to almost like a bible. Now being handed the wight felt immense, well the weight of everything felt immense that is, as the executor of the will hand it to her.
By Michael Cicciarella5 years ago in Families
Ganna's Purse
I am standing in the middle of my grandmother's closet staring at a row of purses in varying shades of blue, rose, white and black. Each one matches several pairs of equally varied shoes placed in twos in the shoe holder hanging on the closet door. The dresses hang behind me blending their colors with their matching counterparts, the shoes, and the purses. And the moth-balled must of her old closet comforts me as I free my favorite of all her purses, the tapestry blue, from its wall hook home.
By Sue Anne Morgan5 years ago in Families
Memories and Life
Bill walked into the bedroom of his small home, slowly making his way to the old dresser that was opposite the bed. A gray lacy cloth covered the top, pictures of he and his wife, children and grandchildren scattered among various keepsakes from a long and happy marriage.
By Robert Laskey5 years ago in Families
