Forty-nine years ago my grandmother slid some treasures into envelopes for her three granddaughters. (Her only grandson wasn’t born yet and thusly missed out.) She gave the envelope to my mother for safekeeping until we got older. For years Mom…
Friday, December 13
Happy Friday, which is National Violin Day and National Cocoa Day. I played the violin for a few years in elementary school. I quit before 7th grade because in middle school practice was before school and I didn’t want to…
This vase is half my age
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…
