Perhaps the “funnest” (sorry Miss Elizabeth) time this year was today in Mississippi when a bunch of women got together for a painting party to benefit the Kitty Bryan Dill Cancer Endowment Center. We painted some pottery, a few canvases, our clothes and at least one of us came home with paint on her face.
From left see artists Mary Jo Hill, Norma Atkins, Marie Portera, that Jones girl, Judy Staggers and Stacy Weems. Continue reading
My friends don’t go crazy, we go normal from time to time, but today was not one of those days.
Not since I was five have I had a more memorable birthday celebration than the wingding Marie Portera threw today for Judy Murphy Staggers and me upon our 60 something birthdays. Most of us are about to run out of years in this decade and the biggy is next year so we’re going to kick up our heels as long as we breathe. Continue reading
Oh gee- evidence that old age is setting in and my modus operandus needs tweaking was indicated when two bits of information came to my attention this week.
The first came from my new friend Richard Grant (author of Dispatches from Pluto which is a must read). This guy is hilarious but one statement he made over lunch got my attention – Big Time! Continue reading
We’ve all had many defining moments. I just never sat down and thought about them until today. I even made a list. Some were negative but most were powerfully positive, due most likely to selective memory (my forte.)
Here are the few I don’t mind sharing: Continue reading
The above photo was found stuck in an evening bag which I must have carried to my high school prom. It captured my Brownie Scout Troop from somewhere in the 1950s. It appears Olivia (back center) and I were the only scouts whose folks wouldn’t spring for the drab brown uniform. That, or we were partial to plaids. Continue reading