My sudden interest in nostalgic trips (in case you missed my blast from the past, click here) and birthday cakes, is largely due to a milestone birthday.
I love birthdays. Always have, and
"How was your day? " I enquired as my 8-year-old son dumped his backpack unceremoniously by the front door.
"Fine," he mumbled distractedly, beelining towards his iPad.
"Anything fun?
Today's post was meant to talk about birthdays and aging gracefully.
But the words weren't flowing.
Usually, I have everything in order - the words, the mental pictures, and
The video on the 4x6 presentation screen zoomed in on a middle-aged woman as she walked into a grocery store. She roamed the different aisles, picking item after item, only to place each