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Saturday, March 3, 2012

I love men. Men of a certain age, that is.

Forgive me for stereotyping. I know no stereotype holds true for everyone.

But I believe guys who grew up in the 40s and 50s have maintained manners that are charming.

When I went to buy pool chemicals, a gentleman rushed ahead of me and said, "Let me get the door for you." When I got home, lugging the jug of chemicals, my new friend, Corry said, "Let me carry that for you."

Ahhh. Chivalry. I love it. Always have, always will.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Last week an article in The Wall Street Journal caught my eye. The attention-grabbing headline read: Why Italian Moms Are the Best.

As someone who had at least five Italian mothers and one Italian grandmother, of course I wanted to read the article.

In our family, there wasn't much difference in the diligence of my mother and her four sisters. They all functioned as mothers to me and my cousins.

Nothing, absolutely nothing, got by these five mothers.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

It is said that everyone has a book somewhere inside of them.

Often, when I talk with groups of writers, they ask if I will ever write a book. I tell them I don't have the patience to stay with one subject for so long.

Decades of doing the "fast hits" that newspaper work demands has gotten me addicted to that fast pace as well as to constantly switching subjects.

But I'm just like a lot of other people in the fact that I already have the title of a possible book long before the first page is written.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

I did a story last week about a Florida man who grew up wishing he could play tennis.

At that time, there were no public courts in his town. If a kid wanted to play, his family needed to join one of the pricey clubs.

So he watched through the fence as others played and he picked up tips and techniques.

He went on to become a really good tennis player but his burning desire is to teach others to play, especially kids. He doesn't want kids to be "outside looking in," the way he was.

Saturday, February 4, 2012

My husband and I enjoy most of the same activities.

We both relish kayaking, biking, dancing, nature walks and photography. That's fortunate because neither of us has to sit home alone while the other is out having fun. Togetherness can be a blessed thing and not a day goes by that I don't thank God for this gift.

But one thing my husband and I find hard to do together is to go to the movies. Our tastes run in totally opposite directions. He likes the shoot-em-up, mow-them-down, high speed, high action movies and I like the freely good movies.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Did you ever notice the January hypocrisy of so-called women's magazine?

Scan the covers of these magazines while you wait at the supermarket checkout line to see what I mean. This month, headlines scream: Lose weight in the New Year. Unfortunately, the headline is right next to a big chocolate cake or an appealing dish of macaroni and cheese.

I'm probably noticing those food fables more at this time of year because I'm just like millions of others who want to shed those extra holiday pounds.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

My husband wishes I were more of a football fan so I would sit with him to watch NFL games.

I enjoy football and have always liked to watch the Philadelphia Eagles. But I can't sit there in front of the TV and root for any old team. When the Eagles are no longer in the playoff race, I lose interest.

But all that changed when I caught the Tim Tebow fever that has swept the country. Like hundreds of thousands of other people, my interest in football was ignited by the Denver Broncos quarterback.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

I like the start of each New Year.

I like to think each January gives me a clean slate.

Maybe that means starting over or just putting a patch on a little piece of life that's rough around the edges.

My January introspection could lead me to change the course of some part of my life.

Always, the start of a New Year means doing some fine tuning of my own personal inventory.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Every night it tries to snare me into its traps.

"It" is a well-known villain and I should stay away.

I lock the house and stay on guard, trying not to let myself fall into the trap that turns minds to mush and bodies to replicas of the Pillsbury Dough Boy.

I know it's bad for me. It sucks up my energy and my time. I know I should stay away. I try, but I don't always succeed.

In fact, to be honest, I fail far more times than I succeed.

Friday, December 23, 2011

Many years ago when I was covering a small community for a weekly newspaper it was my responsibility to fill an entire section with community news.

With a town that had a population around 5,000, it wasn't always easy to find enough stories. Maybe that was one reason I noticed every small thing.