You're Never Too Old to Laugh and Make Snow Angels

You’re Never Too Old to Laugh and Make Snow Angels

by RoseMary Griffith | Nov 27, 2018 | Laughter Musings | 16 |

I often wonder why I live in Pittsburgh in the wintertime. Even after my ten years out west, the...

Christmas: What does it Mean to You?

by RoseMary Griffith | Nov 27, 2018 | Musings on Grief, Opinionated Musings | 11 |

From a friend’s grandson I hear that the spirit of Santa Claus is more important than the gifts....

Do You Make Distinctions Between Sincerity and Seriousness?

by RoseMary Griffith | Nov 21, 2018 | Musings on Grief, Opinionated Musings | 3 |

It’s time to share a trait that sometimes gets me into trouble. Truth be told, I should...

What is the Shape of My Life?

by RoseMary Griffith | Nov 8, 2018 | Opinionated Musings | 4 |

Anne Morrow Lindbergh, in Gift from the Sea, asked the question, What is the shape of my life?...

What About Mothers and Deep Conversations?

by RoseMary Griffith | Oct 11, 2018 | Musings on Grief | 18 |

I know there are women out there who were lucky enough to have had, and are even luckier to still...

Lizzie the Airedale and the Odor of Blue Cheese

by RoseMary Griffith | Sep 21, 2018 | Laughter Musings | 2 |

Jackie’s female Airedale smells. Yes, Lizzie sniffs the ground and air around her throughout the...

The Politics of Growing Up in the 1970s

by RoseMary Griffith | Sep 12, 2018 | Opinionated Musings | 7 |

Once upon a time, I was exchanging emails with a friend born, like my younger sister, ten years...

Perfect Moments and Ideal Days…

by RoseMary Griffith | Aug 24, 2018 | Opinionated Musings | 4 |

I suspect most of us have multiple versions of what noteworthy events we view as special enough to...

What is the difference between change and growth?

by RoseMary Griffith | Aug 22, 2018 | Laughter Musings, Opinionated Musings | 10 |

Many years ago, a younger colleague unequivocally and with great wisdom boldly asserted that no...

Surrendering Your Heart to the Moments

by RoseMary Griffith | Aug 12, 2018 | Musings on Grief, Opinionated Musings | 22 |

I love the Internet. I love email. The fact that I can say hello to five friends across the US, in Canada, in Europe and perhaps have only minutes go by before I hear back from them is a gift. I can let them know that I’m thinking of them right … now … when a phone call isn’t always possible. What blessing.