Juicy. No Couture. (Homage to Mouse on the formatting)
I am 52. It doesn’t seem possible some days. But when I look in the mirror closely (which of course at this point has to
April 2, 2009
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I am 52. It doesn’t seem possible some days. But when I look in the mirror closely (which of course at this point has to
I read the blogs of a lot of young women. Sure, some identify as preppies, some are clearly artists and creative people, others are lawyers,
keeke’s photostream Some of us have such thin skins that we are ambushed by the mundane. How does one survive until midlife if the whiteness
Continuing the hunt for blogroll optimization, here is the next section of my Reader, decipherable if you squint. I think. Funny (I have a “Funny”
One might wonder, why would a corporate executive, one who used to agonize over curling iron or no curling iron in the 80’s, who wore
In order to expand my blog reading, to optimize it (all those years of searching for optimization in my career do not go gentle into
I was talking to my youngest sister, who is also looking for work, although in her case as part of her emergence from the life
I am new to the blogosphere. The aspects that resemble a desktop I get, I can open up a tool and type, I can cut
My daughter may actually kill me if I keep putting up her daydreamed wedding. Even though I try to be so accomodating in my imaginary
I was in the supermarket the other day, Whole Foods to be precise, and the woman ahead of me in the checkout line had a
They are at it yet again. Cozies. On everything. First it was rocks. They tried to trick us and called it crochet. But I knew.
I was still 17 when I went to college. I was not a prodigy. My birthday is just in late September. I flew across the
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