Posts by Annette Kurman
I am known for leaving devices and pocketbooks all over the place, especially at home, but also in restaurants and other venues. Fortunately, they had all been recovered without anyone stealing my identity or the few dollar bills in my handbag that are stuffed in there.
Growing up, I don’t ever recall either of my parents becoming sick enough from seasonal afflictions (flu, cold, etc.) to take time from being a parent and employee to spend a week in bed or on the couch slowly recuperating, sipping tea, and watching the test pattern on television.
For some reason, I still have all my report cards. Why? Not sure. But back in the day, in Philadelphia at least, report cards were printed, and the teachers had to fill in the “As” and “B’s” and actually write (using cursive) their comments for parents. I chose this particular report card to share to demonstrate what was being evaluated back in the day as well as to examine my fourth-grade teacher’s comments (You’ll note I wrote in my own penciled comments in the blank Third Report area.
First, I have to admit that the very first concert I saw with ’tween friends was in 1967 at Philadelphia’s Convention Hall where we screeched and screamed at The Monkees. Of course, a parent drove us and chose not to attend; good choice! And if you’re really interested, here’s a link to the setlist from that concert!
Well, I had a dream that began a few years ago: To create a calendar featuring my favorite album covers; they had to be someone else’s favorites, too and I could make a bundle. But here it is 2024 and all I’ve done is choose my album covers. What’s stopped me is knowing that the artwork is owned by individual artists/corporations/businesses all of whom own the rights of usage and knowing the endeavor will cost lots of money.
I recently visited our local Barnes & Noble and was overwhelmed by the number and variety of print magazines for all interests. From men- and women-focused themes, to photography, knitting, sports of all kinds, health and wellness, soap operas, high fashion, DIY, and so much more.
When I knew I would become a grandmother, in addition to all the joy this brings, I realized I needed to have a “name” the child would refer to me as. So, I did what many baby boomers would do these days: I took a Facebook poll.
Some of those who have passed this year may not be familiar to everyone, but they may have been important to us as we matured. To those, I give special thanks for what they contributed to my own experiences.
Do you ever feel like the Pied Piper of healthcare professionals? It’s a beautiful day and you’re skipping along the path of life playing your magic flute as all your healthcare providers join the line behind you?
I came across a Facebook support group for women undergoing this transformation. Their reasons were varied, as were their ages. Women in their 20s and 30s who wanted to embrace their early gray (but then, they had their sun-kissed young faces), more mature women who were ready to become their “real selves” as well as those who wanted to take back the two hours of time (and money) on a regular, monthly basis spent in the stylist’s chair. That Facebook group, however, didn’t feature anyone who had short, curly hair like mine. ☹