Ten weeks ago I packed up my KIA Soul, left Boston and headed south and eventually west until I landed in Oregon. After taking a little over two weeks and visiting with several friends along the way, I arrived at my destination and thoroughly enjoyed living with my daughter for almost two months. Now, in the past week, I've made the return trip to the east coast. It only took seven days and it felt quite different from my west bound journey, yet no less wonderful. This was my fourth year of driving cross-country, back and forth, and spending some quality time with my youngest child. My other two, grown children are in Boston and since that's most often been my home base, I've had the luxury
When I was a little girl I lived with my grandparents for much of the week. My father was in the Air Force and my mother was holding down the fort and working full-time as a hygienist. That was a pretty big deal back in the early 1950's! Both of these women, my Grammy and my Mum, offered up examples of strong women. My grandmother had immigrated from Nova Scotia and after working as a housekeeper and cook for an artist she met my grandfather, married him and had two children -- my father and his sister. Even though she often had the popular, day-time, tv soap operas of the day (Guiding Light, As the World Turns, etc.) on in the background, I can hardly remember ever seeing her sit down to wa
