Memories of My Grandma Live On
Be intentional. Take the picture. Create memories. Because even when we think we have all the time in the world,…
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I Fear the Day I Don’t Remember Your Voice
Today is one of those days. I thought baking apples for my family would bring me joy. The joy I…
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By Molly M. Jones A Different Kind of Senior Sunday
Every Sunday during my daughter's senior year of high school, I posted "Senior Sunday" photos on social media; adorable photos…
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By Alaina V. Fletcher I’m Better for Knowing the Love of a Grandma
Her love was freely given in weekly piano lessons and music parties, summer days at her neighborhood pool followed by…
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I Wish I’d Asked My Grandma More Questions About Her Life
I wish I had asked more questions. My grandmother passed away just months before my first child was born. She…
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By Shannon Whitmore Long Distance Family Is No Match for Nana
My husband and I both grew up with one set of grandparents living across the street from us. We spent…
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Grandma’s Memory Books Are Keepsakes of Love
Just three weeks before her due date, she drove alone to a routine doctor's appointment. As she shuffled through the…
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By Samantha Lyn Walljasper Grandmothers Are Givers of Good
Grandmothers are truly the most magnanimous beings in existence. They’ve completely exceeded any "glass ceiling of motherhood" in each and…
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Thank You For This Legacy of Love
My mom is a mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother. She has been my teacher of what being a mom and a…
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By Alicia Thompson Maw Maw’s Soup Beans Meant Love
On my birthday, my sweet Maw Maw would sometimes cook a Crock-Pot full of my favorite soup beans. They were…
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By Stephanie Thompson Granny’s Gravy Boat Taught Us about Pouring Into Others
She chose the gravy boat. My 13-year-old daughter and I stood in front of the familiar brown wooden cabinet that…
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By Tara Munjee Grandma’s Love Language
When I was four years old, Grandma Walsh would take two city buses to our house to care for me…
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