• The Writing on the Wall I suppose I could wish that I were younger, but then I wouldn’t be able to say I grew up in the 1960s and 70s. I drank Tang for breakfast (just like Neil Armstrong), had a crush on most of the Monkees (especially Davy Jones), rocked a pair of purple crushed velvet hot pants to […] Becky Blue 2 responses August 28, 2017
  • The Divine Selfie My 18 year old son was commenting on my lack of spontaneity in taking photos. We were gathered in the basement of my in-laws’ church attending an 85th birthday party for my father-in-law following the Sunday service. My son commented after watching me trying to pose some of the guests enjoying their cake and coffee. […] Becky Blue 10 responses August 16, 2017
  • Road Trip As if an excuse should be needed to spend seven days and seven nights with one’s son and daughter. A car bound for a garage in California certainly needs a driver or two or three. The calendar opened like the highway before us and we jumped in never looking back. Tucked in our trunk was […] Becky Blue 4 responses August 3, 2017