Galentine’s Day, celebrated on February 13th, is all about cherishing friendships, especially among women. Originating from the TV show Parks and Recreation, it has become a day for celebrating love and companionship. It’s also a great opportunity to celebrate the bond with grandchildren. While others focus on Valentine's Day, you can use this day to honor your special connection with your grandkids. Here are some ideas to make this Galentine’s Day memorable.

Valentine's Day… what's "love" got to do with it?

As the chocolate hearts hit the shelves, the dinner reservations fill up, and florists start to ramp up for their busiest season, all the signs are there. We are approaching "the" Day. As we approach, I say NO! What part of No don't you understand, the "N" or the "O?"

Now, I am far from a negative Nelly, but if I had a magic wand and some influencers on my side, I would magically make Valentine's Day less about romantic love and more about an opportunity to focus on kindness, joy, and appreciation for those around them!

Have you noticed how The Wizard of Oz is having a moment again? With the buzz around the new movie Wicked, people of all ages are falling in love with this classic story in a fresh, modern way. Don’t get me wrong—I’m a big fan of Elphaba and Glinda, who are stealing the show these days. But today, I want to talk about Dorothy. Her journey still speaks to us, especially to parents and grandparents. Let me share why I think this timeless tale is a goldmine of wisdom for raising kids in today’s world.

Parenting has undergone significant transformations over the decades, influenced by advancements in technology, psychology, and safety standards. This article compares the wisdom of grandparents with modern baby care practices, shedding light on topics like diaper trends, sleep safety, and the evolution of monitoring devices. It highlights how traditional methods have paved the way for innovative approaches, offering insights into the ever-changing landscape of raising children.

New Year's Eve….I remember them well. In my 20s, it was an epic whirlwind of chaos, comedy, and questionable life choices, all while wearing 3-inch heels, glittery make-up, and partying until the wee hours of the morning.

Somewhere in my 30s, my husband and I decided that New Year's Eve was a night for the amateurs, and we would, instead of being on the treacherous roads, bring in champagne, close friends, and count down with Dick Clark.

Now, as a calm, rational, and overly experienced grandparent, I’ve survived every New Year’s celebration—fireworks, fancy dinners, and even that one year with the goat—and lived to tell the tale. So, making the wise choice to make New Year's Eve a quiet evening of watching my traditional movie marathon and curling up in bed by 10 pm.

So, it's just about Christmas, and my daughter-in-law and son are staring down the barrel of a holiday on steroids. A newborn, born in October, a Nacha-Nacha dancing 4-year-old, and an army of grandparents who are already revving up their gift-giving engines to make it even more festive. It's gonna be... well, interesting.

We haven't lived it yet, but I can already tell you that this Christmas will be far from silent. Oh no, it'll be more like a mash-up of "It's a Wonderful

The blog explores the legacy of the so-called "World's Worst Grandma," whose supports her children’s free-range parenting style. It highlights how her trust-based and hands-off approach influenced her children’s parenting philosophy, which promotes children's independence and resilience. The article examines the societal backlash against free-range parenting, the benefits of this approach, and the broader conversation about balancing safety with fostering autonomy in children. Ultimately, it challenges readers to rethink modern parenting norms and consider the long-term impact of overprotectiveness on child development.

Twiggy was the fashion icon of my youth in the '60s. Unlike Twiggy, who is often considered the first supermodel, my aunt used to come to our house to cut my hair and my sisters. I sported Twiggy’s iconic pixie haircut in my early years but eventually transitioned into old-fashioned curlers as my hair grew longer. When perms became popular, my mom never considered taking any of her five daughters to a fancy salon. I can still smell the potent odor from those home perms, a sharp and acrid scent that lingered in the air long after the process was done. The smell had a way of clinging to everything: the cushions, the curtains, and my clothes.