Do you ever play the grocery cart shame game?

  On my more virtuous days when my grocery cart is full of organic produce, fresh-pressed Green Goddess juice and two kinds of quinoa, I like to cast a critical eye on what's in the cart of the person ahead of me or behind me in the lineup. It's a bitchy and small-minded exercise in me getting all sanctimonious and judgey. When I see a cart overflowing with bags of white Wonder Bread, cases of soft drinks, frozen mac n'cheese, Doritos and heavily sugared breakfast cereals, I get all self-righteous…

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Do you ever play the grocery cart shame game?
You might want to avoid me in the grocery store.

NO! I definitely do not need my ducts cleaned.

  Does anyone know how to stop those infernal, annoying, never-ending calls from telemarketers trying to sell me duct-cleaning services? It's been going on for years and they nail me anywhere at any time. I was sitting in the hairdressers yesterday and ring...ring...ring. I rarely use my cellphone so when it rings it's always my husband. Not this time. After fumbling in my purse, digging out my phone from the bottom layer of purse detritus and trying to figure out how to turn it on to take an incoming call,…

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Can baby boomers literally outgrow jeans?

As if I weren't feeling insecure enough already after a recent closet purge to get rid of things that didn't "fit and flatter", I foolishly went shopping for new jeans this week. The jeans and general closet purge preceded my recent big bra purge (by that I mean quantity not bra size, obviously). Embarrassed and frustrated with a closet full of jeans that no longer fit, tops that made me look pregnant and sweaters that only flattered my lumps and bumps, I trucked bags of cast-offs to charity bins and…

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Kudos to Chatelaine and Dove soap for recognizing that all women are beautiful

When I received the June/July 2019 issue of Chatelaine magazine in my mailbox this week I was a little taken aback—at first. Featured on the cover of the annual swimsuit issue (a cliché if there ever was one) is a full-bodied woman of indeterminate age wearing a coral-coloured swimsuit, a straw sunhat, and a huge smile. The more I thought about it and went through its pages, the bigger the smile grew on my own face. It takes courage for a major magazine to turn the tables on the media's…

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Kudos to Chatelaine and Dove soap for recognizing that all women are beautiful
Different covers were released in different areas.

Glory hallelujah! It’s road construction season again. Help wanted

It's a common cliché here in Canada—we have only two seasons—winter and road construction. As I drive around the city and surrounding countryside I'm experiencing my annual surge of anger and frustration with the state of our transportation system. Once the snow melts, roads and highways are cordoned off, lanes reduced and then nothing happens. IF there's any activity on the site, two bored-looking workers are wandering around with a shovel in their hands but most often there's nothing going on. I realize road and highway maintenance and improvements are necessary…

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Glory hallelujah! It’s road construction season again. Help wanted
Clear the track! I'll be dead before this @!#$%^& work gets finished.

My Queendom for a decent nightgown

Am I the only person on the planet who still wears nightgowns rather than pyjamas? It's been more than two years since I've been able to rotate some of my old nighties out and replace them with new ones. The reason for this is not because I blew the budget on purses and shoes or that I haven't really tried. I've been scouring the department stores, lingerie boutiques, the internet and everywhere short of dumpsters looking for some new replacement nightgowns. Everything, everywhere is pyjamas, pyjamas, pyjamas. Shorties. Thermals. Dorm-wear.…

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My Queendom for a decent nightgown
I'm running out of options.
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