Just Another Day in Mommyland
One of the funniest lines from the movie Gone With the Wind is when Prissy admits to Ms. Scarlet, “I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout birthing babies!”
One of the funniest lines from the movie Gone With the Wind is when Prissy admits to Ms. Scarlet, “I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout birthing babies!”
When life gets too hectic, a trip to our wonderful ocean is the Rx I need. Enjoying the beach with my hubby provides the 3Rs: Refreshing the soul; Relaxing the body; Revitalizing our connection.
Elvis lives. Elvis lies! Presley promised “fun in Acapulco” and “romantic nights in the moonlight” in Guadalajara. Never trust the words of a Tennessee mountain boy singing a Mexican song. Hell hath no fury like a sorrowful senorita punishing the
Back in the early 1960’s, employment opportunities for working women were limited. The typical workforce in business welcomed secretaries and stenographers. Common professions for females were two-fold: nursing and teaching. Since 3rd grade, I longed to teach school, so the
Today public education has moved toward test-taking and away from creative subjects. I believe that poetry should be an integral instructional component at all levels of teaching and learning. Here is my hopeful message to teachers and parents.
The campanile of la Chiesa Cattolica towered above all buildings in Serino, Italy. Antonio and his friends climbed its 132 steps, then shimmed up a rope to the top of the bell tower. This vantage point offered optimum viewing of
Sepia-colored images on the wrinkled photodissolve the faded smiles and blurred features of my parentsproud Italian immigrants standing in front of their new establishmentfirst-time restaurant owners Garden Spaghetti House the sign above their heads in bold letterseuphemism bastardization of our
us: Dance, dance, dancehim: Pretty Womanme: My Guyhim: Baby, I need your lovingme: Can’t buy me lovehim: The times they are a’changingme: I want to hold your handhim: Love me dome: You don’t own mehim: How sweet it is to
Setting: Johnny sleeping in bed. His mother enters the bedroom. Mother: Johnny dear, Time to get up and get ready for school. Johnny: (he turns over; no answer) Mother: You need to get up now. You’re going to be late!Johnny:
YULETIDE IN FLORIDA, WHAT A SIGHT TO BEHOLDTEMPS IN THE 80s WHILE YANKS HAVE FREEZING COLDNO WHITE STUFF FALLING, PALM TREES ALL GREENBLIZZARDS DOWN HERE WE BUY AT DAIRY QUEEN FLIP-FLOPS DONNED TO CELEBRATE BALMY WEATHERT-SHIRTS OR SHORT-SHORTS REPLACE UGLY
“She’s in heaven with the angels,” I responded to my grandson’s question about the passing of my mother. Weeks later when the three-year-old returned from an air show at Jacksonville Beach, I asked what he thought of the performance. The
Old age recycles the bodyInfant once pink turns blueNature recalls with rapid speedTo complete life’s circle anew Fuzzy hairs on baldy topSteps and thoughts are staidAlpha becomes OmegaWhen life’s mean trick is played Baby teeth all whisked awayClacking dentures enter
