by Chrysa SmithIf you're reading this blog, chances are you are near, at or past the official age of retirement. Obviously, I am. But yet the mere mention of retirement sends me into a panic attack. Me? Retire?First of all, as a writer, I might say 'from what?' I work from home, don't dirty my hands, ride buses and trains or have a real boss. Writing comes as naturally as breathing---I don't have [...]
By: Mary Fran Bontempo To hear an audio version of this post, click the play arrow below. I'm enjoying many things about my kids getting older--not the least of which is that they now do their own laundry. But by far the most gratifying side effect of their maturing is their slowly dawning realization that their mother--me--is not the only "crazy" parent in the house. It's safe to say that every woman [...]
Send this chuckle to a friend by giving them our link: notreadyforgrannypanties.com.
By: Mary Fran Bontempo As a child, I loved "riding the waves" in the ocean at the Jersey shore. Stretching out my body and letting the water carry me into the beach was a thrill ride, without the price of a ticket on the boardwalk.But every once in a while, a wave would come along that would overwhelm, crashing over my head and pulling me down to the sandy ocean floor, where it [...]
by Chrysa Smith In the spirit of NRFGP, this New Year's Eve, I decided that Mark and I would go out. That's right. We'd give up our positions on the couch and the big tv countdown, in lieu of a night on the town. So off we went. Wanting to do a latin restaurant for some time--partly because of the food; partly because of the salsa dancing, we headed into the city. And [...]
