Grandma Kissed a Sailor

Many people ask me what’s behind the name of this blog. Well, some anyway. Here’s how it came about:

Back when I had only one grandchild, I attended a baby shower with my three daughters and four-year-old granddaughter, Maria, where we played a game consisting of “Have you ever…” questions. One of the questions was “Have you ever kissed a sailor?” I had to admit that I had in fact kissed a sailor in my youth. Afterward, we were driving home when out of the silence in the back a small voice said, “Grandma kissed a sailor.” Which gives you an idea of what my life has been like since I became a grandmother.