I keep a dream book. This is not a wishful thinking journal it is a book in which I record…
Codswallop
Slang for load of rubbish. My life as an erstwhile homeschooler and the subsequent written musings thereof may verge on codswallop at times. Mostly my day to day musings on life as a boomer exploring happenstances as they come my way are treasures worth recording.
Did I Mention I Was a Child Bride…
When you’ve been married for 26 years, as I have (and to the same person I might add), you give…
Tact and Other Discretions…
We’ve just had Memorial Day and my eighteen year old rookie dater managed to finagle an invitation to the young…
Great Expectations…
The morning of the date dawned and with it the heavens opened in a great watery display. My blue eyed…
Undisclosed Location…
After the disastrous dinner screening of our youngests’ potential date she cruised through a semester without risking a similar demise…
TMI/Faux pas…
Dinner was not quite ready and the conversation was lagging so I innocently asked if he was an only child…
More on Turning Eighteen…
Turning eighteen in our house does not stop at patronising a tattoo and piercing parlour. In our house another rite…
On Turning Eighteen…
A couple of weeks ago my youngest daughter turned 18 amid a wave of excitement which I kept dampening. I…
Final Note…
We obsessed about strangers when they were young, my friends warned me, “do not frighten them.” They have survived childhood…
Three is Not a Crowd…
To maintain some sort of normalcy in my extreme response to stranger danger I instructed my children on the wisdom…