All posts by Galloping Grandma
GALLOPIN’ GRANDMA: Of Life and Buffet Lines
When the options are plentiful, judicious decisions are a must at restaurants and beyond. Jackson, WY – Not long ago I paid many large bucks for a ticket to a fancy charity dinner. It promised me a...
- Posted October 27, 2015
GALLOPIN’ GRANDMA: Halt Helicopter Parenting
‘Submarine Parenting’ is a better method Jackson Hole, Wyoming – A recent email from my friend LaWanda back in my hometown of Corn Cob, Iowa, relates the details of the latest Corn Cob nut attack. It seems that...
- Posted September 22, 2015
GALLOPIN’ GRANDMA: Humbled by the apron
Learning lessons of humanity and humiliation from the service industry Jackson Hole, Wyoming – Around this time of the year, the air is filled with the gladsome cries of recent graduates looking forward to a wondrous future,...
- Posted August 18, 2015
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