I remember going to Color Me Mine on my 26th birthday and painting this vase. I thoughr the spirals and suns reflected the new-agey girl I thought I was (they do) and that the color choices were very late-90s (they…
A former slob cleans her house: the memory box
Here’s another organizational tip from me, your GenX older cousin/uncool aunt who hates the word “edit” being used for “houseclean.” Do you have a box/boxes of memories that are out of control or literally falling apart? Here’s a little nudge…
Friday 5: Initial Here
Happy Friday, which is also National Bavarian Crepes Day and National Goof Off Day, which I shall observe tomorrow. I’m still in the thick of Covid-24, and it’s turning out to be milder but drippier than Covid-22. I did work…
Blockhead forever
I’m away for work – won’t be back until Saturday night – but I saw this and it made me smile. Loading View on Instagram And sure, these stars are purchased. But I don’t care. It’s a good picture.
Throwback Thursday: The first Walt Disney World souvenir
In the spirit of Throwback Thursday, I’ve been digging through my memory box – a literal box – of things I’ve accumulated on my journey from miss to ma’am. I have a lot of Disney merchandise hanging around. From the…
Wild, wild, Wildwood days
< Did you ever smell an aroma that took you back years? The other day Max and I went for a stroll around the neighborhood. About 10 minutes into the walk, as Max stared down a squirrel, I encountered the...
RIP, President Reagan
March 30, 1981 was a dreary, rainy day. I was in grade 3, and dressed in my Brownie uniform for my after-school meeting. That afternoon, something happened that we never heard before! The intercom came on, and instead of hearing…
