He was the gardener of our lives – pruning here; nurturing there. When he died, it left a huge hole in our lives, where a great … not perfect … man once lived.
I was a late bloomer to driving and my grandfather nagged me relentlessly about it. It was only after I could drive that I realized how limited I was without it. I know my grandfather believed we should be strong and capable and independent. Driving yourself is one way to make sure you get to where you are going.
When living in a retirement home, sometimes it takes a little bit of ingenuity, creativity, and wit to keep the family coming back for more. Your family history doesn’t have to be boring, but it does have to be consistent.
Great grandma lived to be 101. She was funny, feisty, and mildly extravagant until the end. I remember sitting with her on the back porch a few summers ago. There was a little chatting, but mostly we sat in silence listening to the birds.That was near the last time I saw her.
Grandpa rules over his roost, and gran lets him – until he gets interested in politics.
Grandmother is a poem about heritage, the connection to poverty and the struggle to transform through learning. I write with her in mind at all times as the source of understanding and grace that is predominant in all cultures. The ever giving hand of calmness over a troubled existence.
When I was a child, there was a man in my life that taught me about integrity, honour and basic human decency. He taught me that a man’s greatest strength was his word and his ability, his determination, to live by it. As a child being raised by a single mother, I found in this […]
Donna Leskoesek shares the story of generational connection and a Remembrance Day wedding.
It is just a house, an old Cape Cod that was ostentatious when it was built many, many years ago. The red roof will need to be replaced. When it was first put on, my great uncle Howard was still alive and capable of roofing with the help of my husband and my brother in […]
Star Weiss, like many of her peers, is experiencing what it’s like to be part of the Sandwich Generation, a demographic coping with the needs of children and ageing parents. How do you balance your priorities when your heart goes out to all of them?