Grandma is watching you
Freaking not only traumatized me, but it provided me with essential life lessons
Archive for category: No Country for Old Women
Wanted: a pair of purple ear plugs
After getting my ears blasted, I think I will opt for a quieter form of fanaticism
Out of touch with the iPod Touch
Centuries later, the supposedly user-friendly Apple gadget still befuddles me
The Devil wears Abercrombie
A popular clothing store is a classless store filled with obscenity, depravity
Wanted: Spirit and chicken wire
I have only been to quad decs once, back in the day when we built floats. I went to gawk at the floats for a mere five minutes, and then left. I have only been to a rally once, back in the day when we assumed rallies were mandatory. I stepped inside, ran my eyes over the huge masses of [...]
Opening up the book
Since who knows when, I have been called a grandma by friends and parents alike, and with good reason, too. I’m flat out old-fashioned: I loathe TV, do not listen to music (except classical), never go to rallies (or dances, for that matter), and do not have a Facebook account. Correction: I did not have a Facebook. I had my [...]
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