We're (way) over 40. Deal with it.
Monday, March 25th, 2013
I know that’s a blanket statement and I realize not every woman can relate. . . but I also know that most women over 40 – in fact all women – love our shoes. We don’t all treat them with loving care. But we don’t all treat our men/partners that way either. But we do indeed form relationships with our pumps, sandals and wedgies that defy logic or, better stated, define us.
Now, if you’re one of those women who defiantly pooh-pooh the rest of us for our zapato zest, you may as well sign off right now. Because this, my dears, is an ode to shoes. (more…)
Friday, March 1st, 2013
We women over (and way over) 40 remember that back in the olden days, public displays of affection were absolutely verboten in the hallowed hallways of the school. And that meant no holding hands, hugging or, God forbid, kissing. I once got caught (more…)
Thursday, February 7th, 2013
Most of us wait until we’ve lost someone to reminisce about how wonderful they were. This time, I’m not going to wait and I’m going to tell you all about my mother. And while everyone waxes philosophical about how lucky they were to have their own mom, I can honestly say I’m luckier than most. She’s almost 92 and other than her using a walker (at our insistence), you’d never believe she was over 70. But, to me – and the rest of my sibs – even 70 was a huge gift. You see, all of us expected Mom to be gone long, long ago. (more…)
Monday, January 28th, 2013
Ah, how I love Downton Abbey! (I’ve just finished Season Two, so no spoilers, please!) Yes, the upper classes providing for the lower classes by creating jobs for them as servants. How civilized. Talking with he-who-doesn’t-want-to-be-named, I was marveling at how it must have felt to have someone do everything for you: cooking, laying out your clothes, cleaning, laundry. And then it struck me.
It’s not all that different for about half the people in this country. For while Lord and Lady Crawley and their family had scads of footmen, maids and valets, so do many American men. Only instead of being called servants, they’re called “wives”. (more…)
Friday, January 18th, 2013
Every time I wander into a clothing store, I have to chuckle. Not because of the styles or the shoppers or even the prices (I shop at Marshall’s – no sticker shock). I marvel because no one is talking about inflation. And by inflation, I mean in the size of clothes. Or, maybe it makes more sense to call it “size deflation” because the older I get, the smaller my dress size becomes. (more…)