Grandma Knows Best
 

The answer key for the Grandma Knows Best Saturday word search “What Grounds You?”

What keeps you steady when life gets noisy? Find 15 grounding words, then choose one to carry into the week ahead.

A few quiet minutes of nature, gratitude and wordplay. This Friday’s GKB Coffee Break Crossword is “What the Earth Gives.”

The completed answer key for the Grandma Knows Best Friday Coffee Break Crossword, “What the Earth Gives.”

Complete ten familiar sayings in this Friday crossword. Pour something warm, test your memory and enjoy a quick Weekend Sip & Solve brain break.

The kettle is on and Friday’s puzzle is ready. Test how well you know those familiar sayings Grandma seemed to have for absolutely everything.

A word from a Black mother and grandmother to the daughters and granddaughters who will carry our names forward.

From a grandmother’s whistling kettle and backyard mint to tea rituals around the world, this warm, witty journey asks what happens when we pause, pour and share. Put the kettle on—there is always something steeping.

This morning, I heard someone mention the Anishinaabe Seven Grandfather Teachings. I couldn’t recall hearing of them before, so I wrote the name down. What I discovered was not seven separate lessons, but seven values meant to guide and balance one another. I’m no expert—just one curious Grandma inviting you to learn alongside me.

· When generations make time to listen, family stories become living wisdom—carried forward through laughter, truth and love. People ask why grandmas are the best, and the usual answers involve warm cookies, secret treats and someone willing to let you stay up past your bedtime. Those things are lovely. But I think the real answer is more hard-earned. Grandmothers stand in a peculiar and powerful place. We are close enough to remember the chaos of raising families, yet

Three generations of Black women—a great-grandmother, grandmother and three granddaughters—sharing tea and conversation. Since joining the hood—grandmotherhood, that is—I have learned that the role, and the women living it, rarely match the old picture society keeps handing us. Before we begin, tell me honestly: who comes to mind when you hear the word "grandma"? Was she grey-haired, cardiganed and retired? Speak up - I can almost see her too. Was she baking, babysitting or w

Anne Frank wrote from confinement, fear, and uncertainty — yet still believed in human goodness. As a grandmother living through these times, I find myself asking what her voice might ask of us now, and of the next generation.

They expected us to shrink. To disappear into soft chairs and quiet corners. To fade politely into titles like Grandma, Nanna, Nana— and retire, never to raise our voices again. But I was born in the 1960s. I’ve survived too much silence to live in anyone’s shadow. I don’t knit. I don’t fade, and I don’t retire. I build and rebuild. I remember my grandmother applying her “Dark & Lovely” hair dye, not because she loved it, but because she feared what that grey might suggest: