Category Archives: Aging
A Snow White Christmas
I recently wrote about “Snow White and The Smelly Dwarfs” – but it is Christmas time and I also have a sweet (rather than smelly) Snow White story. This is an except from my as-yet unpublished novel. It’s a fictionalized account of the Christmas when I was five. But it is not so very fictional… the …
I’m a Good Tipper
Because I have a pile of presents to wrap, and a tree with lights but no decorations, it’s time for the Holiday Re-Run. Here’s a post from way back when I first started to blog (a whole five months ago) and had few readers. But I liked this one, so I am giving it …
O Christmas Pan!
I met my husband in November 1989. By Christmas we were pretty much living together. We weren’t kids – he was in his forties and I was thirty-eight. So we didn’t see much sense in taking it slow. Over decades of dating I had learned one thing about love. You’re better off not expecting him …
Snow White and the Smelly Dwarfs
Psychology often smells a little fishy to me: LiveScience reported a new study published in the European Journal of Personality – a study of human personality scents. Yeah, scents, not sense. The subjects wore plain white T-shirts for three nights, and were instructed to avoid fragrant products, smoking, drinking, and even smelly food. Then other …
Beyond Clean Underwear: Advice From Mom
Today is my mother’s 88th birthday, so I thought it would be appropriate to re-issue this post from August. BEYOND CLEAN UNDERWEAR: ADVICE FROM MOM My mother’s advice extended far beyond bus-proofing my unmentionables. My mother’s advice was wise, witty, and right. The first advice I remember her offering – (there were lots of “don’t …
Expiration Date
Well, it only took two days after I wrote about my mother’s vanity (Not Quite Fourteen) to find out I was wrong. I don’t need a full retraction, but a slight modification is certainly in order. Last night I discovered that there may actually be an expiration date on Vanity. It just might be that Vanity …
Not Quite Fourteen
Last week I heard someone say, “Oh no! I’ve become my mother!” Well, I HAVE become my mother. And I couldn’t be happier. Becoming my mother has always been my goal. She’s smart, sweet, pretty, and best of all, funny. And the more I’m like her, the more I like myself too. Except for one tiny …
Spam-a-lot
I try not to remember George W. Bush. But I do remember that he liked to call himself “The Decider.” I have my own “Decider”. It’s my spam filter. I’m not talking about my Blog spam filter. That filter has yet to make a mistake. Why just today, it blocked: “This is pointless, why am …
The Next Twenty
Remember – and even though you may old like me, you might remember, since it was JUST THIS WEEK – when I wrote all those sweet loving things about my husband in honor of our twentieth wedding anniversary? Well, I meant all those endearing words about his endearing charms. However. Friday I learned that I …
Let Me Count The Ways
Today, on my twentieth wedding anniversary, I am re-posting this tribute to my sweet husband (originally posted on Sept 11): ******* I laugh at my husband – a lot. This is because I find human behavior very funny, and I get to observe his behavior more than most other humans. Except myself of course. I …
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