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 | May 25, 2018 | Aging, Community, Family, Grandparenting, Health
Note: The following essay was published May 6 as a guest post on Sixty+Me. I hope you enjoy it. What is Time? “When will Mommy come, Grandma?” my granddaughter used to ask several times a day when she was little. At first I assumed she missed her mother. I’m sure...
by Marlene Bumgarner | Apr 10, 2018 | Aging, Child development, Family, Health
Sleeping While Aging So after reading my last post you probably assumed that I returned to my home, 400 miles away from my granddaughter’s nursery, and immediately began getting a good night’s sleep. Wrong. Like more than a third of American adults, I...
by Marlene Bumgarner | Mar 14, 2018 | Aging, Child development, Family, Grandparenting
Getting the Baby to Sleep This time last year I was in San Diego, taking care of my youngest granddaughter while her mother finished her Internal Medicine residency and her father worked upstairs in his office. Since I have returned home, I have been thinking a lot...
by Marlene Bumgarner | Feb 6, 2018 | Aging, Australia, Child development, Cooking and Eating, Family, Grandparenting, Travel
The Grandparent Connection This post will be more along the line of the essays my regular readers are accustomed to: a discussion of a children’s book. It might also help to answer the obvious question: Why has the author of a grandparenting and family blog...
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...