See You Tomorrow, Or, Saturday Morning Running Too Late To Publish
I have a draft post in process but my sister and I are canvassing again today and I have to leave my house soon and
I have a draft post in process but my sister and I are canvassing again today and I have to leave my house soon and
Remember the 80s? Best era ever, at least for for my body type. High-waisted pants with baggy legs. Broad-shouldered tops. My hair was big enough
I would like to take this opportunity to say Happy Anniversary to my husband. On Monday we will have been married for five years. When
We’re planning a winter beach trip; I bought a new bathing suit? Why now? Come winter, good suits are a little tricky to come by.
I have a certain capacity for self-discipline and self-denial, but, it gets used up. How? Sadly, on self-maintenance. Eating less sugar than I want to,
Hello. Hold on, let me go close the door on the evils of the world. Be right back. Lacuna. OK, hi. How goes this Saturday
My daughter has moved north to start her neurosurgical residency. She’s got an apartment, and furnishings as a graduation present. She and I collaborated on
It’s proper summer, as the British might say. You may be struggling through a heat wave, or, in the Southern Hemisphere, fierce cold. Here in the
Recently two bloggers I respect have published simple posts about how we spend our days. First Ronni, of Time Goes By, wrote about “relaxed retirement.”
Do you all have a lipstick wardrobe? I think I do. So what was there to do but deconstruct it? Here is my profound analysis.
So this morning I am sitting in front of the television as World Cup coverage plays. I use those words advisedly; no one’s actually playing
(Note: Although I no longer monetize new posts on this blog, the images below are pay-per-click. That’s because the tool I use to search for
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