If my mother (God rest her soul) had only known how eating would change over the years, she wouldn’t have spent all that time when I was a toddler pushing tapioca pudding down my throat…
I suspect that some of you out there in ha-ha-land didn’t realize I was on sabbatical. Some of you probably just thought I was a lazy lump of human ectoplasm who couldn’t hack the routine…
I am so tired of the elections that I think I’ll retire to the bathroom and throw up. I am so darn sick of Hilary and the Trump tribe that I think I’ll commit hari…
The dilemma I’ve struggled with for about nine months–which I guess is the normal gestation period for brilliance–is how to poke fun at the fact that you’ve just had to say goodbye to three old,…
Nobody likes a crybaby, but nobody really, really likes an old person who acts old. And babies, kids and young gens X,Y,and Z. seem to sniff out those types very fast. It may be some…
I’m sure some of you out there in blogland are wondering about me, specifically why this clever aging woman with a forked tongue writes such hilariously relevant personal histoires. And the truth is that I’ve…
To borrow from the old maxim “pretty is as pretty does,” “happy is as happy does.” It’s something my dear departed mother would have said in a fit of pique and usually when I was…
You can’t judge a book by its appearance, but what about your doctor’s office? The other day I stopped by to get a blood test. It was the fasting type in which you skip breakfast…
Attention NYC and DC: The Royals are coming, the royals are coming…. Not all the Royals, of course! Only Prince William and his pregnant spouse, Kate. Is she Lady Kate, Dame Kate, Her Highness Kate…
Here in ascending order of importance are the real, down-home, honest-to-god reasons why I like celebrating my birthday. Indeed, I like it so much that I do it every year and would indulge more frequently…
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