The Sisterhood of the Travelling Shoes decided their March Word of the Month would be "Why Not?" In keeping with the guidelines for the Word of the Month Challenge , each sister is free to interpret and incorporate the word(s) in whatever way they choose, which as you will see led to some interesting activities....

It was a dark and stormy night....no, wait, it was actually a beautiful pre covid sunny summer afternoon and Biscuit and I were out for a walk. At her request we made a point of walking past her favorite park when suddenly in the distance we spotted a group of elderly people doing what appeared to be some form of exercise. We decided to check it out from afar because Biscuit did not want people to think we were being nosey. We watched for a few moments, and then Biscuit asked me what I thought this was all about. I told her I thought it was Tai Chi. It was…

At the risk of showing my age, Dick and Jane is where my reading career began. Shortly thereafter my love affair with all things books blossomed and when libraries entered the picture, well, lets just say that my life was complete!

Several years ago while on a camping vacation, my world was "slightly jostled" when I realized I was the only family member who was rested, refreshed and ready for an active day. Everyone else it seemed was tired, grumpy and somewhat apathetic. What was the reason for this unfortunate situation, you ask? Well, I had experienced a deep and peaceful night's sleep while the other family members had been subjected to an overnight "cricket chorus" that apparently went on for some hours.

Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering "it will be happier"... thought the above quote fit rather well given that our word of the month is "hope", and if you ask my family they will tell you that I am always ready with a good quote for any situation. I felt this quote was particularly applicable given that we are entering year two of a pandemic that has seen us riding a roller coaster of emotions, making hope more important than ever.

Yes, it is that Colonel…… Recently I had KFC (or Kentucky Fried Chicken as we of the boomer generation knew it) for the first time in over 10 years. To say that this was accompanied by a boat load of guilt over eating all that fatty, deep fried meat is an understatement. Being the responsible health conscious person that I am, I felt the need to confess my dietary transgression to my family and decided to turn it into a learning experience, by conducting a survey among family members. In doing so an interesting thing happened. Almost everyone I talked to, with little prompting, had surprisingly distinct memories about having…

When my daughter was born, I was ready with what I considered to be the perfect name. It could be "massaged" to a shortened version suitable for a young girl (Lexy) and later morph into a mature sounding name indicative of a young adult (Alexa). I was so proud of myself for settling on such a versatile and unique name. In my opinion the Saras, Nicoles and Jennifers of the world couldn't hold a candle to my original, brilliant choice. Little did I know that 30 years later my bubble would burst....no, it would actually explode.