One minute I was a Super Nana, the next minute, I was lying on the tennis court floor trying to breathe. When our grandchildren come for the holidays, it is fantastic, fun, and exhausting. But, unfortunately, the exhausting part has nothing to do with how much we enjoy them. It…

One day I was coming out my front door and looked down on the walkway in front of me to see a little Sparrow lying on the pavement, flapping its wings trying to get up. …

When my friend walked by my desk looking really sharp in her stylish, black suit, I remarked how great she looked. She said she had just come out of a senior management meeting.“Is that your senior management suit?” I asked. …

Our 12-year-old granddaughter, Jayne, texted me every hour or so during the six-hour drive from south Georgia to our house in Virginia a few days after Christmas. “Hey Nana, can you put some snow in the freezer? That way, we can feel Virginia snow when we get there.” she wrote…

When my friend walked by my desk looking really sharp in her stylish, black suit, I remarked how great she looked. She said she had just come out of a senior management meeting.“Is that your senior management suit?” I asked. …

Our grandchildren usually decorate our tree during Thanksgiving, but we didn’t get to share the holiday with them this year. There was just a moment when my husband and I talked about not going downstairs and bringing all the Christmas decorations up. However, that moment disappeared when I heard my…

Before the holidays began, I spoke with my 5-year-old grandson on the telephone. He and his two little brothers live in Knoxville, Tenn. I told him we would meet him in Washington, D.C. at his aunt house for the Thanksgiving holidays. He was so excited about being able to see…

When we lived in Texas, I had a friend who needed to write a paper about Hispanic Heritage Month for an English assignment. She asked me what I thought was the most important thing young people in the Rio Grande Valley needed to succeed in life. While I was thinking…

The little town where we lived outside of Augusta, Georgia was very small. There was an elementary school, a flower shop, a bank, a minute market and a family owned restaurant and, of course, many churches. We knew just about everyone in the community, and everyone knew our youngest son. …