Light-hearted essays, rants, and reflections on baby boomer lifestyle, fashion, books, and more . . .
For the benefit of new readers, I’m reposting my annual March Madness message. Please tell me I’m not the only person in the world who thought March Madness was about special annual retail sales like Black Friday or Boxing Day. For weeks leading up to the big event and for the duration, I’ve been waiting for the flyers from my favourite retailers to arrive in…
There may not be a better form of reading escapism than a good, old, rootin’, tootin’ story of historical fiction set in the Klondike during the gold rush days in the late 1800s. The Rush by Beth Lewis is a bit different, however, because it’s written from a feminist perspective. Throughout history, there have been strong women whose accomplishments have often exceeded those of men,…
There is a very good explanation for why I like to sleep so much. I was genetically engineered to need above-average amounts of sleep. When I was five years old, my mother had to enroll me in morning kindergarten so I could still nap in the afternoons, and the habit stuck. It was very difficult during my working years to convince my employers that I…
After spending the last few days reading Nobody’s Girl, A Memoir of Surviving Abuse and Fighting For Justice, by Virginia Giuffre about her life before, during, and after Jeffrey Epstein, I have three comments: It is not an easy read. It is not easy to put down. It is a must read. If you are anything like me, you will feel gutted when you read how a…
As if I don’t have enough insecurities already about my fashion choices, The New York Times columnist Alisha Haridisani Gupta has given me one more thing to keep me awake worrying at night. In her recent piece, Does Your Winter Scarf Make You Look Old? Gupta suggests that our choice of scarf can make or break the world’s perception of our fashion savoir faire. When…
Last week, when I stood in the card aisle at the drug store picking out an appropriate Valentine’s Day card for my husband, I acknowledged a new reality in my life. My husband has dementia, and the routines of daily life are now a bit different from when we first came together. This year, I also picked out a Valentine—for myself—from him. Now that he…