All posts by Galloping Grandma
GALLOPIN’ GRANDMA: Dating tribulations
Online and off-line romance can be tough Birds do it, bees do it and I bet you do it, too Do what, you say? Well, let me tell you a story. Sometime ago, far away in Africa,...
- Posted July 8, 2015
GALLOPIN’ GRANDMA: A guide to driving your kids nuts
Jackson Hole, Wyoming – Once upon a time, one of my darlings asked me if it was olden times when I was a child. I told her to go play in traffic. Then she wanted to know...
- Posted May 19, 2015
GALLOPIN’ GRANDMA: Fifty Shades of I could care less
Jackson Hole, Wyoming – Once upon a time there was an especially luscious praying mantis named Iris. She was tall and slim and green and all the guys were nuts about her. Mantis guys are sort of...
- Posted March 18, 2015
GALLOPIN’ GRANDMA: Lifelong fashion police fugitive
Jackson Hole, Wyoming – A few years ago when I was in high school, my mother made me an Easter outfit. It was a pink, and I mean pink, corduroy suit. I chose to accessorize my ensemble...
- Posted February 17, 2015
GALLOPIN’ GRANDMA: Fur and loathing in the airport
Jackson Hole, Wyoming – There was a time when air travel was fabulous. Everyone dressed up, the service was fabulous, the food and drink were fabulous, the planes were fabulous and you could travel to Hawaii or...
- Posted January 20, 2015
GALLOPIN’ GRANDMA: Did anyone see a turkey go by?
Jackson Hole, Wyoming – The Day of the Turkey is here and the Butterball hotline ladies are on full alert. Ben Franklin wanted the turkey to be our national symbol, but rational minds prevailed and now we...
- Posted November 25, 2014
Gallopin’ Grandma: Why another election?
Jackson Hole, Wyoming – My father was a rock-ribbed Republican; he never gave up. He voted for Hoover, everyone else voted for Roosevelt. He voted for Alf Landon, everyone else voted for Roosevelt. He voted for Willkie,...
- Posted October 29, 2014
Galloping Grandma: Spirits run the valley
Jackson Hole, Wyoming – Not long ago I thought I was losing my hearing. It felt as if my ears were all plugged up, though I could still hear my husband whining about not being able to...
- Posted October 1, 2014
GALLOPING GRANDMA: Is that art? If you say so
Someone asked me to write a column about contemporary art. I think all art is contemporary at the time it was done and there is always someone standing around telling everyone how wrong it is. I’m sure...
- Posted September 5, 2014
GALLOPIN’ GRANDMA: Lowered expectations
Jackson Hole, Wyoming – On a cold and misty day many years ago, some Irish monks sailed away in their little boat to see what they could see. They sailed until they came to an island and...
- Posted June 10, 2014