From Grandma Grace's Closet, I aim to pull out stories, old and new, pretty and ratty, simple and sparkly.

Tell Me a Story

"Tell me a story, Mommy, while you wash my hair. Tell me about growing up on the farm." She did. It kept me from squealing as if I were being drowned. I couldn't breathe. The stories soothed me as I sank into them instead of the drowning scenario.

What can I expect?

Get ready for a romp through generations. My mom asked me to write her stories and my grandma did the same. I'm ready. I hope you enjoy the ride.

I won't use real names. The pictures are from stock photos, not my family

Why This

My passion for stories began with nursery rhymes and fairy tales. That passion grew and expanded like a birthday balloon. My third grade teacher told me I was a gifted story writer. Funny how early childhood melted into me. It's flowing through me now. Goose bumps shiver down my spine as I remember mom as she "huffed and puffed and blooo the house down."