Outside My Window

One of the blogging groups I follow is called Post-40 Bloggers who encourage the voices of older bloggers to write about their experiences and insights and things that matter to people as they age. They also have a lovely list of prompts to help nudge the creative muse so I thought I would take them…

Olympic Dream

I have a confession to make. I cry during the Olympic games. It’s not out of sadness or regret. Rather it’s when I see a flip or a twist or an unbelievable move executed perfectly my throat gets tight and the tears flow from the sheer beauty and excellence I have just witnessed. Yes, we…

Confessions of a Baby Boomer Mom – Politico

Things are getting ugly. As much as I have resisted the desire to be sucked into the political race of the American people, it’s hard to stay neutral. It feels like the lines have been drawn although at times they seem more blurry than ever. Like all of the evil thoughts and deeds that had…