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By Lily Prellezo When my husband and I were raising our two daughters, I felt my family was more than enough to bring up our children. Not until I became a grandmother helping to raise grandchildren did I recognize the wisdom of It takes a village to raise a child. Whereas, before, I [...] By Lily Prellezo Did your vote really count? I’m not talking politics here, but about your decision-making ability over the raising of your grandchildren. Do the parents really care about your platform for the children they brought into the world? We live in a time of catchphrases, and one of the most popular (aside from [...] By Lily Prellezo It has been said that it takes a village to raise a child. When my husband and I were raising our two daughters, I strongly believe it was a mother and father, a family, that was all one needed to raise children. Being one of six siblings, and number thirty-four of fifty-three [...] By: Lily Prellezo
Who will remember you when you’re dead and gone? Will your legacy simply fill a rectangle on a family tree or will the people on the lower branches remember who you were, where you were born, what school you attended, your struggle, the endearments you called your spouse, your favorite ice [...] My grandson is into pirates. Between the daily swashbuckling, the crooked bandanas and the black eye patch, I try to sneak in lessons about bad pirates and good pirates. It’s difficult sometimes because pirate aspirations are to pillage and plunder. Is it any wonder the response of my pirate-with-a-pacifier is a steady “Aarrrgh!”? They say [...] Besides fame, what do Willie Nelson, Carol Burnett, Jack Nicholson, and Oprah have in common? They were all raised by grandparents. Willie warned mommas to not let their babies grow up to be cowboys. To explore his musical talents was what Willie’s grandparents helped him do. If you’re a Boomer, you surely remember every ending [...] I don’t remember being in love with my grandfather. When I was in my forties, my aunt would recount to me the love notes I wrote him and how I used to pat his cheeks with my small fingers while sitting in his lap. He loved it and I don’t remember. My memories of living [...] |
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