Aftermath: the forgotten haircut

When irony occurs, It’s both amazing and amusing. I’ve received several benefits and insights from that missed haircut last week. Go figure. Mistakes have a way of providing those things. First, Kris, the stylist, was gracious about my no-show. How does he do it? I’m not sure if I could be as forgiving. This a… Continue reading Aftermath: the forgotten haircut

Other People’s Time. It’s a Pretty Big Deal

  I considered some New Year’s resolutions. Then I thought, “That’s stupid. Just make better habits.” That’s all resolutions are: better habits.  Here’s my Happy New Year habit proclamation to all seven people reading this post: “I will be punctual for appointments. If not on time, I shall be early!” Simple. Everything’s written in my… Continue reading Other People’s Time. It’s a Pretty Big Deal

Where Were You July 20, 1969?

  Like most major events, the moon landing and Neil Armstrong’s walk is firmly ingrained in our brains. We remember where we were and what we were doing. We remember what time of day it was. Me? Here’s what was going on… The place:  Lane 3 at Sheridan Swim Club’s annual invitational meet. The time:  3:18 P.M.… Continue reading Where Were You July 20, 1969?

Be a Houseguest Rockstar With These 10 Tips

It wasn’t a new year’s resolution, but 2019 has turned out to be the “Year of the Friend” visits around the country. The only reason it happened is this: I invited myself. Ugh. I can hardly write about these impositions. Mom is, no doubt, rolling her eyes out loud at me, because people with manners… Continue reading Be a Houseguest Rockstar With These 10 Tips

My friend, Michele, is Just the Best!

After 67 years, my parents had been split up, not by divorce, but by different aging conditions.  While there was no question about the strength of our friendship, it was confirmed many times by Michele’s willingness to accompany me on my visits.  There are two kinds of humans in this world: those who can deal… Continue reading My friend, Michele, is Just the Best!

Oh, When the Saints, Go Marchin’ In

/Bobbe White/10.21.18/ Recently, Jenna, my daughter-in-law, and I popped into Pappion Artistry, a petite New Orlean’s area gallery. The artist, Christina Pappion brings New Orleans culture to life through whimsical painting. She accents certain pieces with gold flecks that makes them fancy. Christina greeted us. We browsed and read publicity pieces hung on walls and… Continue reading Oh, When the Saints, Go Marchin’ In

BEING BRAVE & BOLD: Dumping Self-Doubt

  /Bobbe White/6.13.18/ Recently, Sam Horn, Intrigue Agency, wrote about being Bolder in Boulder. She was entered into a 10K walk and almost let self-doubt demolish her plans. She asked us readers if we were being bold on our own behalf. I replied and she suggested sharing my reply, as others might relate. The last… Continue reading BEING BRAVE & BOLD: Dumping Self-Doubt

My Tee-Tee Tsunami

/6.6.18/Bobbe White/ When learning the speaking and writing business, we were taught, “Avoid speaking about bodily functions, seeing as everyone’s “ick” tolerance and privacy levels differ.” I’ve adhered to this advice for seventeen years in the business. No breastfeeding, colonoscopy or incontinence discussions found here. The only thing I might discuss would be: January 13th… Continue reading My Tee-Tee Tsunami

Pedaling My Tush Off

/bobbe white/5.22.18/     While in St. Louis, my daughter-in-law, Jenna, treated me to Cycle Bar for spin class. I spin occasionally and do other cardio workouts, so I was certain I could hold up for 45 minutes. Walking Lily used to be cardio, but, seriously, how many 77 year olds do you know who… Continue reading Pedaling My Tush Off