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Mid-Life Crisis


I’m going through a mid -life reading crisis.
It seems that nothing holds my interest after the first 100 pages.
They might all be  worthy, but I’m not the least bit interested in 50 Shades of Grey, the latest vampire saga, the newest Barack Obama biography, a western, a romance, a book on how to up my IQ or rearrange my closets.
At 56 have I done and seen it all?
Have I become jaded?

Guess who's Coming to Dinner!


Guess who’s coming to Dinner!

Most Likely To:


I was destined to pick up the book Most Talkative: Stories from the Front lines of Pop Culture by Andy Cohen.  When I began working in libraries over 2 decades ago, one of my friends said, “ but YOU can’t work in a library!  You talk too much.” 
Our author Cohen definitely talks.  From an early age, he struggled to fit into his family.

Mirror Mirror on the Wall

Lull me to sleep, and no one gets hurt!



It will likely never win a Nobel Prize for great literature.
But when I picked up Fern Michael’s Southern Comfort I was not looking for great literature—I was looking for diversion, entertainment, escape!

And that’s what I found.

What Happens in Vegas..........


You’d have to be living on the dark side of the moon to not have heard of the hoopla created by E.L. James’ 50 Shades of Grey.

Many of my friends have expressed surprise that the Public Library has multiple copies of this title.

Don't tell me how to raise my kids until you get YOUR child off the top of the flagpole!


To Facebook, or not to Facebook, that is the question.
Whether tis nobler to join the throng putting every birthday, grandbaby picture, and marital break-up out on cyberspace or to remain facebook-less, that is the question.
And if we do decide to go Facebook, do we take our kids with us?
Nickelodeon Group President, Cyma Zarghami, says, “I urge every parent to read this book.”  Nickelodeon.  Now we are in my comfort zone.

I'm going home with YOU!



A vote for me is a vote for??????????



I played French horn in the high school band back in the 70s.
I was terrible at it, but I surely loved band.
When we’d get ready to head for our competition events,the director would look at me, point a finger and say, “You with the French horn--  just pretend to play.  We want to win this competition!” 
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