We walked along the Florida gulf shore sharing our views on life, our children, and our dreams for the future. We held hands at times, until the shells and driftwood became unmanageable to carry. We took in all that surrounded us; the sand, the surf, and the people who were doing what we were doing – sharing a…… Continue reading A chance meeting
Why doesn’t ‘Generic John’ need makeup? Since I was a blossoming teen, I have been using makeup to ‘boost’ my beauty. When I was growing up in the 1980’s, women were bombarded with images of models boasting flowing locks, flawless makeup, and lean body types. Young teens like me desperately wanted to keep up, to be more than just a ‘Plain Jane’, and…… Continue reading ‘Generic John’ vs. ‘Plain Jane’
I was about eight years old and my younger sister around three when we were frozen in time on an old wooden bench on a cool summer’s day in 1972. Undoubtedly we had just been running up and down the silvery planks of the boardwalk just moments before this photo was taken. Mom or Dad must have called our names, “Kathy, Lynda, . . ., look…… Continue reading Frozen in time
The groundhog spoke on February 2, 2016 to his faithful followers; the clouds gathered that fateful day, blocking any remote chance of the little fellow seeing his shadow. On that same day, the ground shook in the North East where people fell to their knees, bowing to the almighty ‘hog’. No more hiding in our burrows; the time would quickly be upon the masses where the…… Continue reading Soak it up!
,. . . self-control that is. It’s 7 p.m., the dinner dishes are done and you’re sitting in a comfy chair, feet up and for the most part feeling relaxed and content. All is quiet, until, and without warning, a jarring high pitched noise echoes throughout the room. You feel the urge to get up, but your significant other beats you to it; rising like a…… Continue reading I wanna get some . . .
. . . you have too many candles on your cake! In the warm New England summers of my youth, I spent a great deal of time with my maternal grandmother. I can remember my parents making the trek to Burlington Vermont, packing my grandmother into the Buick sedan and bringing her to our…… Continue reading You know you’re getting old when . . .
Why coffee bars scare me! Back in the good ole’ days when people ordered coffee it was black; uncomplicated and pure. Then some daring soul got the brilliant idea to add the flavorful duo ‘cream and sugar’ to the formidable black liquid. But, the real changes came mid-20th century with the advent of processed foods. No longer would we settle for…… Continue reading A cup of ‘Joe’ please?
Pretty Mama Cares 