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A Valentine for People who Read My Blog

February 9, 2014

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Dear Readers, Life in the Boomer Lane spends a lot of time making fun of things in this world that make her laugh, make her crazy, make her angry, and have her believe we are all literally going to hell in a hand basket, and the hand basket is ratty and moldy and full of […]

Why I’d Rather Be 65 Than 5, 15, 25, 35, 45, or 55

May 3, 2012

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Age 5:  I was Raggedy Ann to Neil Fishbein’s Raggedy Andy in the end-of-year school show.  I loved Neil and he loved me.  This would seem to set me up for a lifetime of bliss (talk about “getting old together”) but, the day ended tragically.  My fake braids smeared my heavy white theatrical face paint […]

Oops, She Did it Again

December 21, 2011

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OK, so I’m supposed to be a humor writer (in my mind, of course).  And I write the nonsense that’s in my head, which folks think is funny and I think is amazing that they think it’s funny because it’s just the stuff that always pops into my head, unbidden, anyway.  I don’t ever sit […]

A (True) Love Story

October 18, 2011

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She went to sleep as she always had, immediately and deeply.  She awoke, choking, in a room filled with smoke and to a kind of fear she had never experienced before.  She was 21 years old, and she was confronted with the very real thought that her life might be finite. She couldn’t have known […]

At Thanksgiving, I’m Grateful For Me

November 22, 2010

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Because it didn’t take a lot of loss in Life in the Boomer Lane’s life to make her understand how precious every days is.  And because each birthday is her best gift to herself. Because LBL is wise enough to know that her children aren’t perfect and wiser still to believe that they really are. Because LBL […]

At Thanksgiving, I'm Grateful For Me

November 22, 2010

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Because it didn’t take a lot of loss in my life to make me understand how precious every days is.  And because each birthday is my best gift to myself.  Because I’m wise enough to know that my children aren’t perfect and wiser still to believe that they really are.  Because I’m funny.  And, thankfully, […]