To those I’ve interrupted, “Guilty as charged”. It’s recommended that we find our “third place” to write, do taxes, work, read, pay bills, think, study, sketch, paint, workout or meditate. I tried a Third Place on Sunday. What and where is your third place? It’s not home, or work. It is… Continue reading Why I Gave Him the Finger
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…
/Wtad.com/whitepages/11.10.17/ Bobbe White, Head Corker “Here she goes again” are the words in a bubble (caption) that Jeff is playing on a continuous loop in his head lately. Most evenings and weekends, you’ll find me in a chair surrounded by oodles of wine corks. Wait…it’s not what you think. I am not obliterated, wasted or… Continue reading HERE SHE GOES AGAIN
Wtad.com/whitepages/110217 Bobbe White Were you a customer in our bank October 31? If so, please come back. You saw us at our worst. We wore hideous housecoats, slippers, pajamas, curlers and facial masks. We looked awful. Photo shopping couldn’t help this bunch. You be the judge. It didn’t start out fun for me. While waiting… Continue reading WHEN GIRLS GET UGLY (good happens!)
Wtad.com/whitepages/102017 Bobbe White Dad/Irvie turned 93 Sunday. It was a simple occasion. His food is pureed now, which sort of blows the whole cake ‘n candle thing out of the water. Alzheimer’s. Grrrr. Cake, candles, gifts and photos are just window dressing we can do without anyway. His needs are small. Our quest for dignity… Continue reading Dad’s Lesson or Dad’s Gift?
wtad.com/whitepages/8.10.17/Bobbe White/ Alphabetiquette (n.) al-fuh-BET-i-ket) simple manners for couth after youth. By surprisingly popular request, this is a continued list from my 1.27.17 post, where A -D were introduced. These are common sense manners we see broken every day, everywhere. I post these, not because I am Ms. Manners, but because certain actions bug people.… Continue reading Alphabetiquette: more couth after youth
Bobbe White for wtad.com/whitepages/8.01.17/ To a teacher, the month of August is like a month of Sunday nights. Suzy Duker Goodbye July. Hello School. If there’s ever a memory trigger, going back to school is a powerful one. My vivid memory is first day of kindergarten at Madison School. My outfit has quick… Continue reading BUT SHE THINKS I’M A BOY!