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

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

Can’t You Just Sit There and Be Quiet?

    Nurse White shops for Korey’s recovery. (Note: side pocket wine is for the nurse.)   Last week, Korey, needed a nurse for post- dental surgery in Washington D.C. Mom to the rescue! Does having four wisdom teeth pulled in eighteen minutes count as surgery? I don’t know, because: I never got wisdom teeth.… Continue reading Can’t You Just Sit There and Be Quiet?

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

Why I Gave Him the Finger

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

January: from grief to great

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