by Marlene Bumgarner | Dec 22, 2019 | Aging, Child development, Community, Family, Grandparenting, Writing
The Christmas Cards Cometh As I sit in my cozy chair and open my mail this morning I am grateful to those of my friends who still send annual Christmas cards and letters. I look forward to connecting with old friends, being introduced to new members of the family,...
by Marlene Bumgarner | Nov 1, 2019 | Writing
NaNoWriMo November is National Novel Writing Month, during which thousands of writers attempt to produce 50,000 coherent words in 30 days. Last year I participated, and made very acceptable progress on the novel I’ve had in my head for over a decade. Getting my...
by Marlene Bumgarner | Sep 29, 2019 | Family, Grandparenting, Travel, Writing
I’m Baaa-aaak! It’s hard to believe, but the last day I posted to this blog was May 14, my mother’s birthday. I had no particular desire or intent to stop writing here, but I was trying to stay focused on the one writing project that had kept me awake at nights...
by Marlene Bumgarner | Jul 12, 2018 | Child development, Family, Grandparenting, Writing
Crazy Weather in Santa Cruz The weather in Santa Cruz has been crazy lately. For the past two days the sun has been bright in the sky by 6:30 a.m. and the temperatures have been in the 90s . . . for this beach community, that is very hot. Then, just when I plan my day...
by Marlene Bumgarner | Jun 8, 2018 | Aging, Family, Good Reads, Writing
May 28, 2018 Wilton, New Hampshire An excerpt from my journal Wilton Farm I am awake at 6:00 a.m. to sunshine streaming through the bedroom window, and arise to make coffee. Back from a day trip to Old Sturbridge Village, I had spent a restless night. But now I had...
by Marlene Bumgarner | Jan 29, 2018 | Aging, Australia, Community, Cooking and Eating, Family, Nature, Travel, Writing
Victoria The Greenhouse Backpacker’s Hostel is in a high rise building in the center of Melbourne. My first challenge, tired as I was, was hoisting my roller bag up ten steps to the elevator. A sign on the door told me that Reception was on the 6th floor. When...