I learned to tap dance in my first musical. I was 15 years old. I’m not ashamed to say that was 47 years ago. — Yup, I’m old! I was little Josie Cohan way back then. I had to tap dance in the patriotic musical “George M!” George M. Cohan was the part of a vaudeville family … Continue reading When in Doubt…Dance!
Charlie spends his winters at the Keyes Ranch in Joshua Tree National Park, just him and his dog. They live in a little camper. They greet visitors and “keep an eye on things” at night when the winds howl and whistle through the canyon walls and temperatures drop into the 20s. Charlie is the park … Continue reading Type A Travels: Ghost Ranch
Today is Valentine’s Day, a good time to talk about love. I want to encourage you to get involved with this love stuff. Even if you don’t have a husband, wife, boyfriend or girlfriend, I guarantee there are lots of people around you who could use a little expression of love. You don’t have to … Continue reading Love Notes
The facebook post caught my eye. There was the Weber family, standing proudly in front of a bright red pickup truck purchased for their son. Sweet photo. Good People. But then, there was more: Julie Weber’s caption: “We found a truck for Camden and picked it up today in Germantown. It was a bittersweet sale … Continue reading Justin’s Red Truck: A Tale of a LIfe Well-Lived
Get it together in 2019, Type A Lady! (AKA - Laurie, the forgetful 62 year old) This new year, I want to tackle each day like a warrior maiden! Laurie is ready for adventure! … Continue reading Fearless
Who am I? I’m a kid from the 60s and a teen from the 70s. I remember a lot of mumbo-jumbo talk in those days about having an “identity crisis” and “finding yourself.” Welp, folks, at 62 I’m happy to announce: I’ve found myself! Guess who I am? I’m God’s kid! I know you might … Continue reading Identity Crisis: Solved
Here’s a little Type A Tale to help you know more about this crazy cracked pot: I had to stop at Dollar General to get dog food. After spending two days cleaning closets at my mom’s house, I hadn’t showered or changed clothes. Why bother? I’d slept on the floor and kept working. I walked … Continue reading The (not so) Secret Life of the Type A Lady