By Leigh Anne Jasheway NABBW’s Boomer Humor Associate     Note: This article is republished with permission from Leigh Anne Jasheway\’s blog.   Read More

By Leigh Anne Jasheway NABBW’s Associate for Boomer Humor   Note: This article is republished with permission from Leigh Anne Jasheway\’s blog.   Read More

Walk (in Shoes) Like a Man By Leigh Anne Jasheway NABBW’s Boomer Humor Associate  Read More

It’s My Party, Where’s My Pony?  By Leigh Anne Jasheway NABBW’s Boomer Humor Expert This is my birthday month. I’ll be 36. Well, I will be if I calculate my age in base 17, which I do. That’s right, being a math geek pays off big as you get older! If you want, I can calculate your age for you as well. Just let me find my old slide rule. Many other “36”-year-olds want to forget they even have a birthday. They prefer to roll up in the fetal position in a closet and whimper softly as they contemplate their own mortality. That does NOT sound like the kind of party I want to be invited... Read More

When I Grow Up I Want to Be Betty White By Leigh Anne Jasheway NABBW’s Boomer Humor Expert When I was a teenager I thought my grandmother was ancient. She had white hair, wore hand-knit shawls, and kept a bowl of hard candy on her coffee table to distract us from the chocolate she hoarded for herself in the pockets of her apron. We never ate the hard candy because it would have taken a hammer and chisel to get a piece small enough to fit into our mouths. Besides, it was mostly covered in dust and moths. Grandma was also a germaphobe who Cloroxed everything. We kids were afraid to roll over... Read More

Your New Year’s Laughter Resolutions By Leigh Anne Jasheway NABBW’s Boomer Humor Expert  Read More