Summer Dresses: A Quarantine Tale

The other day I was putting away the laundry I had washed and folded. Sweatshirts, sweaters, t-shirts and cardigans, sweat pants, yoga pants, pajamas, and hoodies. Socks and socks and again some socks, all the comfortable, easy, relaxed clothes that we have been wearing for the past 2 months while in quarantine. There is the…

Confessions of a Baby Boomer Mom – Landslide

It’s hard to believe the end of summer is almost here. The weeks and months have flown by, some on lighthearted wings and some heavy with fear and doubt. Change is hard at any time but I am feeling it more as I grow older. Stevie Nicks wrote an iconic song in the 80’s called…

Confessions of a Baby Boomer Mom – Summer

Summer has always smelled like raspberries. As a child at my grandmother’s house I would wake to the intoxicating perfume of bubbling raspberry jam. That heady scent would rouse my younger brother and I and we would tumble down the stairs into her kitchen, streaming with the morning light, my grandmother stirring those bubbling pots….