Twenty-three years ago. I went to Bolivia filled with youth, health, and an adventurous silver streak in my otherwise brown hair, but I couldn’t appreciate the riches of the Wild West of Bolivia the way my father-in-law (Papito) did. He drew from those riches when we first met at their apartment in Washington, DC. We… Continue reading The Mother Lode Of The Wild West, Bolivia
A Three-Year Reprieve From Cancer & I’m Still Standing It’s my third cancer anniversary, or if we’re going with the BC/AD time stamp (before cancer/after diagnosis), mark your calendars. It’s 3 AD. As they say, hindsight’s 20/20, and in my case, hindsight’s 2020. (That’s the year I got diagnosed). And I just had my last… Continue reading Hindsight’s 2020!
It’s a tall order, but if anyone can tackle this burning question, it must be me. Warning: this muse contains a fire alarm! I went to the premiere of GOLIATH: Life On An Epic Scale (the docuseries on the life of Wilt Chamberlain) and saw part two when they interviewed his former teammates, my Dad… Continue reading Why Wilt Chamberlain Stood Taller Than GOLIATH?
I always thought it was God’s sick joke to be the daughter of my Dad, who played and then coached Sixers Championships, when I couldn’t make a basket unless my eyes were closed. When I was young, I asked my Dad to teach me how to play basketball. He must have been trying to get… Continue reading At 106, Pop Jones Captures The Heart of The City of Brotherly Love
I’ll tell you the point; this motherboard’s fried! (Don’t mind me; I’m just arguing with GrammarlyGO!) I’m so over GrammarlyGO. I write something that makes my stomach flutter (in a good way), which means it’s time to release it into the world, post that sucker, baby! And then I check what GrammarlyGO (AI text generation)… Continue reading Hence The Name A Muse 4 Mama But What’s The Point?
I finally figured out what’s fantastic about being older! We’re multi-faceted–we show all the colors of the rainbow. Unlike when we’re young, and we’re myopic. Think about how boring we were. We’d talk about school, our favorite foods and activities, and that’s about it. We have one favorite color or maybe two; we can’t decide.… Continue reading Dad’s The Muse & Howard Eskin’s The Swiftie!
All the albums in italics are part of Taylor Swift’s Eras Tour. I admit it. Even though I’m way past the age of being a Swiftie, I love Taylor Swift. I saw Red before we even took pictures on our phones at concerts, and 1989 when the girls were too young to go to shows on their own, and… Continue reading A Mama’s Love For Taylor Swift
Today I’m writing. Grammarly has scolded me long enough. I’ve written zero words over the past few weeks and paid heavily for it. I mean literally. I’ve spent over $400 to keep my blog running for the next three years–I’m paying lots of money not to write. I started a series, “In The Throws of… Continue reading All Or Nothing? At least it’s something.
. Forty years ago, I couldn’t appreciate the enormity of winning the 76ers World Championship. There were the sports fans (honking and screaming), my Dad (wearing sunglasses, ahem), the players (soaring and signing autographs with the coach along with them), and me (graduating 8th Grade). But I saw things differently when Dad couldn’t make the… Continue reading Why The 1983 Sixers Legends Stand Tall Forty Years Later
The Sixers will honor the 40th Anniversary of the 1983 World Champions at the Sixers game tonight. Boy, does this take me back to the basement, in those bins leftover from the fire with all that stuff Mom had saved? And there among all those sports articles others had written about Dad was Dad’s byline… Continue reading By Billy Cunningham: The 76ers Two Titles (40 and 56 years ago)
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