It’s generally accepted that Americans live in a youth-driven society. Beauty in our country is defined by perky boobs, toned arms, and butts like tiny peach pits. We take our kids to college and reminisce about bright, open-ended futures. We envy the possibilities of youth as much as we do their smooth, unlined faces. It…
I love beauty products. I love the whole beauty industry (except the part where women over forty are unfavorably compared to twenty-year-old swizzle sticks). Over the years, I’ve learned a lot through it, written a lot about it, and bought a lot of it. I’m turning 59 this year, which got me thinking about beauty…
Recently, a friend asked me if she could post a photo of me on her facebook page. Although we’ve been friends for years and there are very few things she could ask of me that I wouldn’t cheerfully hand over (money, my favorite dress, a kidney), I found myself saying no to the photo. I…
Those of you who follow my blog know that Hubs has never read it. Not one post. When people appear surprised, he just says that first of all, he already knows what it’s about because he was there when it happened. And secondly, he really doesn’t need to read it because everyone he runs into…
Hubs and I were out to dinner one evening with another couple, and we got into a hilarious debate about who spends more money, men or women. It was all fun and games until my friend’s hubby announced (a bit pompously), “Well, I make most of the money, so I should be in charge of…
Stop the first dozen women you see on the street and ask them if they’ve ever thrown out anything from their Hub’s closet that he continued to wear 5+ years after it died. Ratty t-shirts, saggy sweatpants, pilled sweaters, stained sweatshirts. Nine women will admit that, yes, they’ve secretly tossed an item or two into…
Those of you who know me personally or who read my column (thank you!) know that I love red wine. I love the beautiful, swirling colors, the oaky fragrance, the warmth of that first sip of a good vintage, the subtle differences between varietals, and even the sexy, long-stemmed glasses. Actually, the long-stemmed glasses are…
Sitting with a group of girlfriends at a local vineyard, enjoying the expansive view and yummy wines, and the wine server gave us napkins inscribed with gold letters, asking: “If you could have one wish, what would it be?” We settled in for a lively exchange of ideas. We agreed to include only the wishes…
My DIL called me one day, describing a somewhat heated debate she and my otherwise perfect son had about what he calls her “shopping problem.” Normally, I don’t like to intervene in their marriage (okay, that’s a lie…Hubs has to physically restrain me most of the time), but I told my son that if my…