Cindy Shore Smith
Former teacher, current writer, board game lover, avid hiker, happy wife, proud mom.
The 40-Year Fib
I was awkward at 17 but JB, a busboy in the restaurant where I worked, had me beat. A greasy-haired oddball with a loud, weird voice, a serious case of acne and too-short knit pants, JB stood out.
Lessons from the Iron Lung
Lingering Fear I was born in 1957, two years after widespread use of the polio vaccine. American parents had only recently stopped asking, “Do you want to end up in an iron lung?” when children begged to go outside in the summer.
Clueless Party Crashers
I guess they’re my quarantine pod. Four of us, all over 60, get together once a week. Going to each other’s homes was fun but then we branched out to places where we can sit outside.
The Case of the Missing Cookie
Nacho Day is an exciting time in an elementary school cafeteria. It doesn’t take much to get kids riled up, so a break from fractions coupled with liquid cheese will certainly do the trick.
My sister sounded afraid. “We can’t get together tonight,” she rushed. “Something happened.” “Oh no,” I said. “Are you OK?”
The Boomer Weed Fiasco
Our kids live in Seattle and we grew up in the age of Aquarius. Add that together and you get two 60-year-olds and their son on a trip to Uncle Ike’s, whose toll-free number is 1–800-GET WEED.
Boomers Guide to Minecraft
Recently, our adult son planned a birthday celebration in the online game Minecraft and, being such cool parents, we agreed to participate. Just in case you are a Boomer who finds yourself in similar circumstances, here are some helpful tips: