Friday, June 17, 2011


Hello, and welcome to Mini Musings, a blog for women 50 and up who want to live life instead of simply exist.  You don’t have to have grandchildren to follow this blog. All that is required is that in this stage in your life you want to enjoy yourself thoroughly.  You want to do what you want to do, go where you want to go, whenever and with whomever you choose. After all, you’ve earned the right to enjoy the grace of being marvelously mature.
For those of you who do have grandchildren and who may wear the label of granny, grandma or nana, wear it proudly, but don’t let that rob you of the recognition that you are a woman with a life of your own.  Too often the expectation in our society is that grandmothers have nothing better to do but babysit their grandchildren. Newsflash!  I beg to differ.
There are three of us who will be sharing our mini musings with you. Our names are Bea Bell, Hattie Collier and Connie Palmer, that’s me.  All three of us are widows in our sixties, and we’re all the figments of the imaginations of our creators, the authors of, Grandmothers, Incorporated the book series that follows our adventures as amateur crime fighters.  We’re different women with diverse opinions about nearly everything, so we’ll be doing plenty of musing.  Occasionally Miss Fanny, Hattie’s mother-in-law, who is in her eighties and going strong, might toss in some words of wisdom  in her column called Brain Farts. There will also be guest contributors who will offer insight on various topics.  So you see, this blog will not only be informative and inspirational, but it should also be a whole lot of fun.
Let me introduce the team:
Like I said, I’m Connie Palmer.  I’m the mother of four grown children, three of whom live out of state, thank goodness.  Now they can’t be all up in my business!  Presently I’m dating a younger man, but I have no plans to ever marry again.  Still, I might live with him one day, who knows, as long as he keeps his own house. Maybe he can rent it out. I really don’t care.  I’ve gone through the sharing and compromising bit and I’m over it.  I had thirty years of a loving marriage with a good man.  We built a thriving real estate business together. Now I run Palmer Realty alone and I’m good at it.  
Bea Bell is next on the list.  She’s one of my best friends.  We share a granddaughter. Her late son was married to one of my two daughters. While I have seven grandchildren, Bea only has the one.  I’ve got to admit that we both spoil her. Bea is retired now, but she was a big shot in local politics when she did work.  She still has a lot of contacts, and she's always been a social butterfly.  She’ll have a lot to say on this blog about the political and social fronts. It was Bea who came up with the idea for an informal detective agency that we call Grandmothers, Incorporated.  You see her son is a detective on the city’s police force.  All three of us are fans of  t.v. crime dramas, so we know a little bit about the law.  I don't want to brag, but we've done pretty well putting some bad guys away.  Don't worry, we’re not going to use our crime expertise on this blog. 
Hattie Collier is my other best friend.  She’s the mother of two and  has four grandchildren, all of whom live here in town. She’s a super grandmother and much more traditional than I am.  That often causes us to clash. I’m trying to think of a diplomatic way to describe her because I like her a lot. The only word that I can think of to describe Hattie’s personality is exasperating.  She can really push my buttons. Let’s say that she’ll be our moral compass on this blog.  She is a woman who still thinks of herself as married, despite the fact that her husband has been dead for years. On top of that, she's had her eyes on the unmarried pastor of her church for some time.  Can you believe it! Her thoughts are pretty conservative—often downright weird.  Her musings ought to be quite interesting. 
Then there's Mrs. Fanny Collier. Like I said, she’s Hattie’s mother-in-law. The two haven’t gotten along since Hattie walked down the aisle with Miss Fanny’s only child.  They snipe at each other constantly and Miss Fanny can be a pretty good foil for all of Hattie’s nonsense. Miss Fanny tells it like it is and is usually right.  The lady is as sharp as a tack!  She lives life on her own terms and screw anybody who doesn’t like it.  She’s my she-ro. 
That’s it, the Mini Musings bloggers—four figments of two active imaginations—Connie, the radical one, Bea, the moderate one and Hattie the conservative one, with some spice being added to the mix by Miss Fanny.  Between the four of us we’ve experienced it all—racism, sexism and now ageism—and we figure that we’ve earned the right to comment on it all.  So we welcome the marvelously mature to our blog.  If you like irreverence on all levels, you’ll like what you read.  If you don’t, then we suggest that you move on.  Check out our website at or e-mail us at

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