A version of this post appeared in March. I am not one for giving excuses but…given my latest medical adventures I felt it was okay to revise the post slightly so that I could participate in Tara Mohr’s Grandmother Power Blogging Campaign.
I have had a lot of time to think lately. One of the things that I have been thinking about is how lucky I am to have been born in California in the 50′s. My life would have been so different if my grandmother didn’t have the courage to get into a boat in 1920 and sail from Madeira to New York and then cross the country by train to the Bay Area. Left a widow with four children in the middle of the Depression, she managed to help all of her children get a foothold in her new country. Because of her bold move I became the first woman in my family to receive a college education. Her grandchildren have gone on to become lawyers, judges, nurses, receive MBA’s from Ivy League schools and win Iron Man competitions. She would be proud.
As I continue to heal I cannot help but feel the presence of both my Grandmother and Mother. Both brave women. So, here is to all of our grandmothers, especially Augusta Veloza, who had the courage to get into that boat or wagon or train or bus or car and head into the unknown. Kiss your grandmother or your mother or any woman who has made a difference in your life today. Mwah!
Since you probably aren’t taking the kids on the 
Girls fall into two camps: horse-obsessed or horse-clueless. I fall into the latter category. I wouldn’t know an Appaloosa from a Palomino if my life depended on it – something to do with spots, right? By some fluke of the universe I have a granddaughter who is possessed by the four-legged beasts. At last inventory she counted 30 plastic horses. Not to mention their equine accoutrements. There are saddles and brushes and stables and barns and fences. There are cases to carry them in and beds with blankets to tuck them into for a good night’s rest. Some have mane that needs to be washed and braided. At least they don’t eat much. 
Begin the day at 
Thursday I visited an old friend that I have never met. You might feel the same way when you stand in front of the 
