Category Archives: Humor
Second Hand Rose
This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for my sisters. That’s me in the middle on the first day of school. I was six, I think. That would make Christine (on the left) ten, and Claudia (on the right) just shy of nine. I loved my sisters. Although my mother will tell you that we bickered constantly. …
It’s Dicey
My husband keeps me guessing. Just when I think I have him figured out… I like to cook but I hate cutting stuff up. Even salad is too much of a chore. Years ago, I got in the habit of just buying the stuff my sister-in-law calls “Yuppie Chow” – salad in a bag. Then …
Tickets are Nonrefundable
Checking my mail on Yahoo the other day, an ad in the sidebar caught my eye. I can’t even remember the product – but the catchphrase was memorable: “Your Menopause Journey.” Yup, I’ve been on that journey. And it’s a very slow ride. I don’t even know exactly where I’m headed. But I think there …
Country Mouse
When I went on my big shopping excursion last week (which I have decided to call The Week of the Purple Cords), I was surprised that my favorite store didn’t have what I was looking for. I will call this store Merlins, because I am not a paid endorser. (Although I could be… So if …
A Streetcar Named Ernie
I always thought I would marry an artsy kind of guy. But every time I dated a man who knew about the ballet, or literature, or film – nothing ever sparked. Then I met a man who knew NOTHING about culture. Really Nothing. And I was delighted with him. He knew cars and tools and …
Vanishing Waist-land
Last weekend, for the first time in five months, I treated myself to an all-day shopping excursion. I bought shoes and makeup and jewelry, so I was a happy girl. But I was also on a mission for some practical stuff. I have at least thirty sweaters and a dozen white camisoles, (“I’m Sticking With It“) so I’m …
A Little Lesson in Humility
As I moved up the ladder at my big corporate job… …oh, that reminds me of an old admonition: “As you climb the ladder of success Don’t let the boys look up your dress.” Let me start again: As I moved up the ladder at my big corporate job, I got to partake in some …
Mentionables
I figure I can squeeze one more post out of my nephew’s wedding. And “squeeze” is definitely the right word – my subject is Shapewear. Shapewear used to be called girdles. I am old enough to remember girdles. When I was fourteen, they were the only way to keep my stockings up. They didn’t have …
Not Quite Patient
Patience is a wonderful thing. So is impatience. I am willing to wait a long time for what I really want. I didn’t marry until I was forty. And as I approach my twentieth anniversary, I know it was definitely worth the wait. So why do I endorse impatience too? Because when you impatiently fill …
How To Embarrass A Teenager
I don’t have kids of my own, and perhaps it takes a hell of a lot more these days to make a kid blush, but here’s the most cringe-worthy event of my teenage life (apologies to my sweet – and very manly – little brother): I must have been about sixteen. I was on …
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