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

Leave it to Irvie: Goes Out With a Giggle

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

Get It, Girl

wtad.com/white pages/7.19.17 “When you know your why, you can endure anyhow.” John O’Leary     Last Tuesday was a difficult day, one of many, because that’s life.  There was the day we had to take Dad’s keys away. That was a doozy. Or maybe when we moved Dad into the Veterans Home – without Mom.… Continue reading Get It, Girl

Hair Day Goes to the Dogs

wtad.com/white pages/7.19.17 Bobbe White       Once a month is hair cut day, at 7:00 with Kris. That way, I always try to take the 7:00 A.M. slot – you know, FIFO: first in/first out. Plus, it’s quiet, as none of the other stylists or aestheticians schedule patients – I mean clients – that… Continue reading Hair Day Goes to the Dogs

alzHACKer’s disease:  Helpful hacks for improving your communication efforts

Written for WTAD White Pages 4-7-17 Bobbe White                                                                                              … Continue reading alzHACKer’s disease:  Helpful hacks for improving your communication efforts

The Newlywed Game – 40 years later

Written for WTAD.COM/WHITE PAGES 3/09/17 Bobbe White Forty years ago today, on March 9, 1977, Jeff showed up at my Florida apartment in the middle of the night, with a Buick Skylark full of his stuff. And a ring. I was finishing an internship in Winter Park, FL. I figured if went far enough away… Continue reading The Newlywed Game – 40 years later