We're (way) over 40. Deal with it.
Tuesday, June 12th, 2012
Yes; I watch Glee. And I’m not ashamed. Deal with it. It makes me think of when I was in high school and how important my friends were back then. Not just important; they were the MOST important thing to me. How many of us still have those kind of intense, symbiotic relationships? (more…)
Wednesday, February 1st, 2012
Doesn’t it feel great to get rid of stuff? You know, streamline, reorganize, declutter. It always gives me such a good feeling to put bags and bags of clothes out for a charity to take away. Ah! Closet space! Funny; we love acquiring things – shopping, collecting for hobbies, scrap-booking – but eliminating things from our life can be almost as rewarding. . . and sometimes, even more so. Occasionally, the things you most need to get rid of are . . . your friends. (more…)
Wednesday, October 6th, 2010
You know what really bothers me? The fact that women still change their names when they get married.
You may think this is a non issue. After all, isn’t that just common practice? Exactly my point. I really thought that with the advent of the women’s movement, most of us would keep out real names (which I refuse to call “maiden names”) vs. taking the “I no longer exist” Mrs. The only thing worse is (more…)
Sunday, November 22nd, 2009
I did two things this weekend that would, at first blush, seem totally unconnected but weren’t. First, I watched a made-for-TV movie on Lifetime (and can’t help secretly giggling over the fact that Gary, who caught parts of it while passing through the kitchen, wanted to know “So, what finally happened?” But I digress.). The movie was about a teenage girl who was being emotionally tortured by her supposed best friend and a bunch of junior witches. Who hasn’t been there? (Well, maybe not some of the girls I went to high school with. . . )
The second thing I did was tweeze my eyebrows.
So, you ask, how can these two disparate things be anyway connected? (more…)
Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009
We all have them. Little secrets that we try so hard to hide. Now I’m coming out of the closet, so to speak, and sharing mine. Okay, not all of my secrets; I’m not crazy. But enough to maybe get you to share yours, too.