With weddings and other big celebrations postponed due to you know what, our Joanne Sherman looks back on when she became on of The Aunts — those bold women who joyously dominate the dance floor, ensuring everyone has fun.
What happens when The Universe says 'No way' and kicks you out of its cosmic embrace? Our Joanne Sherman finds out the hard way. But will she ever get back in?
If you are, like me, a kisser, your first inclination in any social setting with people you’ve met at least twice, is to lunge for the smooch, or touch cheeks, or pretend to. But under the new rules, we can’t do that anymore!
Here it comes, the third Saturday in August. When firefighters and auxiliary devote every night the entire week before to set up fences, festively striped tents, barrel cookers, long rows of tables, chairs to seat thousands, and all the other labor that goes into transforming an empty field into our Island’s most popular tradition, the Fire Department’s Annual Chicken Barbecue.
Joanne Sherman loves the internet, especially when a comment stream devolves into WWIII, or death by mayonnaise. Yum! Pass the popcorn ...
Joanne Sherman recalls a city-mouse/country-mouse friendship that began here on the Island when her son shot a BB gun at a neighbor's house and left his Grandma looking like the guilty party. Lizzie Borden and a couple of Oshkosh-bound flyboys make an appearance, too.
Last fall I was in Pat & Steve’s. I know! It’s the Islander now. But that’s what I’m talking about here, so just stay with me.
While at the Islander, I heard a woman tell her friend that she wanted to stop at an apartment above Boltax Gallery. The friend...
Joanne Sherman confronts a childhood fear while taking up a new way of cooking. Hint: her advice is don't blow your lid!