I’m a grandmother blogger, and love the title. There’s a growing band of women who are happy to claim the status of grandmother blogger.
Minimalism came into my life a year ago when we moved from a too large house to an apartment that, as it has turned out, is exactly the right size for us.
The thought of nineteen books to read and review excites me. In a bleak year, when reading more than a page mostly put me to sleep, I almost failed an eighty-plus-year-old driving licence vision test. But fortunately, two lots of cataract surgery later, I’m almost back!Continue reading
Choosing personal catchwords seems to have taken over from making lists of resolutions, at least among the people I know.Continue reading