Tag Archives: Aging
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 …
Bad Hair Years
I had a bad hair day yesterday. I went to my nephew’s wedding. And no, I didn’t wear the fringed slip. But I did wear a low cut, tight black dress, and danced “Shout” with abandon. But my hair — not so hot. My bangs, which often torment me with a life of their own, …
Not Quite Instant Karma
When I was eleven, I stole an idea. It was 1962, and I was hospitalized briefly for a minor problem. Not being really sick, I was very happy to be in the hospital, where I could get all kinds of attention and sympathy. I was enjoying myself tremendously. The girl in the next bed had …
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