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
/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
/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
/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
/Bobbe White 4/5/18/ Most of my writing referenced Dad, be it customer service, strength or humor. It was safe to say that Mom lived in his shadow, but was no shrinking violet. I looked up shrinking violet: it means shy or timid. This was not my mother. Call her, “Quiet Steel.” Man, she was/is a strong… Continue reading “Gotcher raincoat?” my mom
It’s been quite a week around here, since Dad died February 22nd. In honor of the fact that he died on George Washington’s birthday, a profile picture which I thought looked a bit presidential is featured. Also, before we go any further, I apologize that this post at least twice as long (or more) than… Continue reading Leave it to Irvie: Goes Out With a Giggle
For most of my life, January was the draggy, first month of the year. That was all. Then in early1988, January became the month that forever made me a better Bobbe. I found out I was pregnant. (Forgive me, in the olden days, we didn’t say, “We got pregnant.” It still confuses my brain.) … Continue reading January: from grief to great
Bobbe White/1.13.18. We have an unconventional method for gauging aging at the White house. It involves baby gates to keep Lily White, the black Lab, from roaming room to room. After reading, you’ll understand how gates experience aging cycles, not unlike humans. For Puppy Lily, we used 24” gates. She never attempted… Continue reading Puppygate: gauging aging.
Bobbe White My extremely wise friend, Lisa Pemberton, says, “Ask not what are you doing, but ARE you doing?” She knows me well. If anything speaks my truth, this is it. When our son, Nick, was a little pup, he’d ask many times a day, “Doing?” We would tell him, but he never… Continue reading HaPpY dO yEaR!
Wtad.com/whitepages/11.17.17 Bobbe White It was one of those days, when the universe says, “Not so fast, Kid!” Life is easy peasy? Watch this…” Most of my laundry piles were washed, but unfolded. There were a few piles of dirty laundry too. Hey, it’s been busy around here, okay? I would do pile management Thursday evening… Continue reading The Only Thing Normal in My Life…