One Boomer Broad's thoughts on life
Everybody’s Irish on St. Patrick’s Day. I’m Irish every day. (As if you couldn’t already tell from my photos and stories.) Technically I am an American of Irish descent but growing up I was...
My first love was a Ford Mustang, but alas that love was destined to be unrequited. I was reminded of the pain of that impossible relationship when Jeff and I attended the North American...
When Jeff and I were first married, we barely had two cents to rub together. Donating to a charity meant dropping one or two quarters into the Salvation Army kettle at Christmastime. Once the...
Growing up, I did not want an artificial Christmas tree. Neither did my sisters or my father. My mother did. So, of course, we got a fake tree. This battle was fought in the...
I’m setting the table for two this Thanksgiving, just myself and Jeff. And we are fine with that. Our youngest son will be hosting dinner with his new bride’s family in their home out...
Every once in a while, Jeff and I ponder where we can move now that we have retired, and the kids are all grown and living their lives. We could live anywhere. Florida, Arizona,...
It’s Hocus Pocus season! Time for reveling in witches, talking cats, and spooky spells. This year, though, I want to honor the real people caught up in the Salem Witch Trials because one of...
In the first few hours after I learned that my older sister Mary Kay died, I wondered how I would deal with a life where I couldn’t speak to her again. We lived hundreds...
