Tell me you love me without saying you love me
Forty-three years ago yesterday, I awoke to the threat of rain on my wedding day. You can work your fingers to the bone planning for your special day, but there is always something that...
One Boomer Broad's thoughts on life
Forty-three years ago yesterday, I awoke to the threat of rain on my wedding day. You can work your fingers to the bone planning for your special day, but there is always something that...
My husband is red/green colorblind. Intellectually I know this, but that genetic tic crops up in the most surprising ways. Jeff and I were sitting in the living room last week, happily cheering on...
My husband’s idea of a great vacation takes place before the actual vacation. Planning is the part he enjoys. Joy in hope is better than hope enjoyed, or some such thing. He misses the...
It’s my birthday! Yay, me! (People born under the astrological sign Leo have no problem celebrating themselves.) I hear some people lie about their age to make themselves feel younger. Or to convince others...
It’s a well-worn trope to bash your mother-in-law, but I can’t do that. My MIL was the nicest person on the face of the planet. Ask anyone who knew Diane. They’ll tell you. I’m...
Just a short post today. My plans for this week got waylaid by a good book. Don’t you just love when that happens? Babysitting doesn’t get in the way of me preparing my blog....