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Category Archives: Memories of a Baby Boomer
“Eating off the Floor” (For those of us who remember Erma Bombeck
This day, 1927 , another one of my favorite writers, Erma Bombeck, was born…. Not a classical literary icon …….but an icon to housewives all across America…… Her humor and wisdom gave a daily lift to overworked, overstressed, women … Continue reading
“Grow Old Along With Me”
Today, I acknowledge the life of Robert Browning, born on this day in 1812. Robert’s poetry was eclipsed by his wife’s, Elizabeth Barrett Browning during her lifetime, but I would be hard pressed to find someone who has never seen … Continue reading
“More about Thirteen”
The number thirteen…loved by some, detested by others as unlucky. The number thirteen literally could mean bread of life for bakers in 13th Century England. Bakers could be penalized, fined, or even lose one of their kneading hands if they were found … Continue reading
Posted in "A Photographer's Blog", A Writer's Blog, Growing up Italian, Life Musings from a Reiki Master and Intuitive Animal Communicator, Memories of a Baby Boomer, Observations about life from a Reiki Master and owner of a Civil War farmhouse
Tagged " "Friday the Thirteenth", "Thirteen Fears
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“Waiting for the World to Change”
John Mayer keeps playing through my head. Ever notice how time flies. I can sit down at the computer and before I know it, hours have escaped my existence. Seasons fly by……summers become winters and May Days become Solstices…….. But … Continue reading
“Walking”
It’s a nice day outside, not too sunny, but mild. I took a walk. Those of you who have always followed my blog, know I like to walk and observe life. There is always something to observe if you look … Continue reading
“Imagining a World Without John”
From the day a little girl sat in front of the television on Sunday night to watch Ed Sullivan…to the day a little girl walked into Korvette’s with her father and got her first Beatle album……to the grandmother who still … Continue reading
“I Can’t Go for That”
If you have pondered for 30 some odd years just what that meant….you would enjoy tonight with me. I am spending it at a very special reunion concert……Hall and Oates. I think that may have been my very first album….. … Continue reading
