Hi Friends!
My name is Elaine, but five of my favorite people call me Gramma Mac!
An award-winning writer, author, blogger, and columnist, I love to celebrate grandparenting, and have been doing so since my my first grandchild – now a teenager – was born. To read more of my “back story,” click here.
I am passionate about discovering and sharing resources with other grandparents, empowering them to intentionally create memories and build relationships with their grands.
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~ Elaine
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recently posted on the blog
Changing Seasons – Our Grand Adventure – Part Two
Quick Update as a follow up to Part One (posted earlier): Finally, the flood from the underbelly ceased. We decided to 'rough it' without water. We showered at the bathhouse and used water from a bucket to flush the toilet. And we survived! Later - back home - we discovered the problem....
Changing Seasons – Our Glamping Adventure – Part One
Clothes. Check. Food. Check. Towels and toiletries. Check. Shotgun (our fur-baby). Check. And…we’re off on our maiden voyage in our new-to-us compact travel trailer. Just Jim, Shotgun, and me. Shotgun is always ready to tag along and loves to 'ride shotgun' since he was a pup - thus, his...
Our Risky Trip
“I never even knew my dad cared about me,” he said, as we snuggled and kissed good night. My heart nearly burst with emotion. How can a boy grow to be a man without knowing his dad even cares?I had been fortunate. Divorce was a word I’d only heard. Not something I’d lived through. Not something...