Cottage Cheese and Crepe Paper

Cottage Cheese and Crepe Paper This is not a blog about cooking and crafting! Sorry...if that's what you were expecting. My blog deals with the sags and bags, lumps and bumps that come with time (ugh!) and gravity (horrors!) and Empty Nest-hood (one part depression, one part euphoria!) Come read with me as we navigate the waters of this growing-old thing -- together!

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A Weekend Well-Lived

A Weekend Well-Lived

As seen through the eyes of my iPhone…   {Sand between our toes} {The cast of characters} {Appetizers and wine~aka dinner } {Laugh Out Loud! Little Old Ladies! Lots of Love! Love Our Life! Lollygagging!} {Homage to the ocean}   {A beautiful mess} {Just plain silly} {It always pays to look up, especially when you’re...

Forget faux, time to get back to where ‘real’ matters

Forget faux, time to get back to where ‘real’ matters

As I was grabbing my usual go-to brand of orange juice at the grocery store a few weeks ago, I actually took the time to look, read and comprehend the label. There it was: “100% REAL Orange Juice.”  I about choked on my Dentyne. 100%? Real? Isn’t all orange juice, like, real, and 100% full of orange juice?...

Ain’t That America? Thoughts on the Boston Marathon bombing

Ain’t That America? Thoughts on the Boston Marathon bombing

What a week. And all I can think about is, this time last week, the victims and injured from the Boston bombings and the West, Texas explosion were enjoying their Saturday night, feeling the warmth, beauty and promise of an early Spring weekend. “You just never know.” “Life can change in the blink of an eye.”...

Hometown Proud

Hometown Proud

After months of comparing calendars and juggling schedules, at 11:30 a.m. a few Fridays ago, I was finally going to be reunited with an “old” friend. Except for a too-brief conversation and a quickie hug at our 30th-year Porterville High School Class of ’75 reunion, I had not seen Therese in 38 years. So I was a nervous wreck. I...

Spring for it !

Spring for it !

  So the birds are chirping, my backyard is coming back to life, my eyes are puffy, and my nose is itchy.  It’s that time of year when the strawberries are plump and plentiful, and “Sunshine on My Shoulders Makes Me Happy” is more than a song. It’s Spring ~ when J Crew, Banana...

Gettin’ back on the horse

Gettin’ back on the horse

Darn! Life’s gotten in the way of my blogging lately. A lot has been going on: BIG LIFE PICTURE stuff — Cassidy moving to Portland and starting a new job; Julia a short six weeks away from graduating from college! FUN stuff — connecting with a high school friend I hadn’t seen in 38 (yes, 3-8!)...

So we walked onto a Caymanian bus …

So we walked onto a Caymanian bus …

When Chuck and I were in Grand Cayman last week, as we were discussing how best to get to the other side of the island for dinner at the highly touted Cracked Conch, counter to my preference to take a pristine, pricey, quiet, safe taxi, Chuck insisted we take the $2.50 bus — of, for and (driven)...

To all you 30 – Somethings

To all you 30 – Somethings

Consider this a sort of cautionary tale… Following is kind of a combination of pearls of wisdom/a to-do list/sage advice to all of you now living out your glorious Thirties. ~~~~~ Go put on your bikini, however skimpy. Now go parade around in it…on a busy street…in a crowded bustling metropolis if you feel like it. Because...

The E L M M Diet

The   E L M M   Diet

I don’t know about you, but I’ve about had it with the bombardment of diet ads out there. I know each new year brings inspiration for losing weight and getting fit. I get that. This year, however, it’s gotten out of hand. From the Rachael Ray Show and Dr. Oz (which I think should now be called The...

I was the perfect parent — until I had kids

I was the perfect parent — until I had kids

I remember like it was yesterday — although it was 26 years ago — that Chuck and I vowed to each other, after our sweet little niece Jessica had just consumed a rather large piece (in reality, one-inch square) of chocolate fudge — that our children would never, ever (and I mean never, everrrrr) have...