In Support of Doing Crazy Things

by Rose Mary Griffith | Mar 18, 2018 | Laughter Musings | 30 |

If you live in a seasonal area like the northeastern USA, what do you do in the wintertime to keep your sanity on course and your croquet balls and mallets in the garage rather than zooming around the living room?

The Gift of Friendship Made in Families

by Nadine Leaman | Mar 4, 2018 | Opinionated Musings | 30 |

Guest post by cousin Nadine Leaman: Childhood friendships are deep and ever-lasting, no matter how grown-up life separates you. Oh but what a treat when adulthood finds you reconnecting and laughing together as new memories are made.

Just call me DOTS – Defender of The Siblings

by Rose Mary Griffith | Feb 18, 2018 | Laughter Musings | 35 |

There were times over the years when I wanted to slap each of my siblings—as I completely acknowledge they wanted to slap me—but let an outsider speak a belittling word to me about them and you’ve just launched a battle of epic proportions.

Do You See Kindness as a Strength?

by Rose Mary Griffith | Feb 11, 2018 | Opinionated Musings | 18 |

When there is a difficult person in your life with whom you have to interact, do you immediately go on the warpath or do you take a deep breath and say to yourself, I’m going to kill them with kindness?

I Want to Wear Out Like a Pair of Levi Jeans

by Rose Mary Griffith | Dec 10, 2017 | Opinionated Musings | 24 |

How do you want to age? Sitting still or going full tilt at life? I want to go out like my favorite pair of Levi Jeans–worn just right and comfortable to the end.

What type of jean would you want to liken yourself to?

Snotnose 38 — a Childhood Trauma That Shaped Me

by Rose Mary Griffith | Oct 15, 2017 | Laughter Musings | 31 |

Kids are mean. I know this. I know that today in our society, bullying has reached epic proportions. The internet has exacerbated the problem. I’ve no idea how I would have turned out if some of my more humiliating moments had been captured on video and sent around cyberspace.

It was bad enough having my less than shining moments shared (and remembered to this day) among the dozen cousins that occupied my stratosphere. In our neighborhood, growing up on the dead-end known as Griffith Road in Griffith Hollow, nothing was off limits. We tortured each other and played and fought and played and fought some more.