Joanne Palmer writes a weekly lifestyle and humor column for the Steamboat Pilot & Today. It appears on Sundays in the D section. Contact her at jpalmer@springsips.com
Recent Stories
Joanne Palmer: Repeat after me
“Awww, your baby is so cute.” As soon as this seemingly innocuous comment left my mouth I realized, much to my horror, that I had become “one of them.”
Joanne Palmer: Vultures, hagglers and free birds
As all great garage-salers will tell you, what you set out to find rarely is what you come home with. And as much as I love a bargain, the people-watching is equally fun.
Joanne Palmer: No-hitters from heaven
For her 75th birthday, my mother had only one request: To throw out the opening pitch at Wrigley Field. “I’ll start practicing while you arrange it,” she said matter-of-factly. My friends thought the request odd. Couldn’t you take her to lunch instead? Well, no.
Joanne Palmer: Letting go and moving on
In this week's column, I decided to develop my own Laws of Moving Physics to help any of you facing a move in the near future.
Joanne Palmer: Decorating, Steamboat-style
The other night, I started thinking about decorating, Steamboat-style. I think we furnish our homes differently from the rest of the country.
Joanne Palmer: Celebrating the universal extension
Procrastinators rejoice! The IRS has granted you a two-day extension for filing your taxes. Yes, you have two more days to delay.
Joanne Palmer: Hope for a winning ticket
Last week’s $656 million Mega Million jackpot inspired hope in millions of Americans. According to USA Today, Americans spent $1.5 billion on tickets — but the odds of winning were 1 in 176 million.
Joanne Palmer: Things that confuse me
Here is a partial list of all the things that confuse me. Let me know if any of them confuse you, too.
Joanne Palmer: Hug a ski patroller today
The social media hub in our beautiful little town is located about 9,000 feet above sea level in a place lovingly referred to as PHQ — ski patrol headquarters.
Joanne Palmer: No fun with fashion faux pas
Unable to find a set of keys I really, really needed, I launched a search worthy of Scotland Yard. After looking in the car, coat pockets and hall closet, there was only one place left to look: my closet.
