I had an ongoing fantasy as a kid that I would someday become one of the “Precise Girls”. You’ve seen them: clothes are perfectly tailored and starched, jewelry is appropriate (and on), hair has never known a flyaway. I tried. I really tried. I owned Lisa Birnbach’s “The Official Preppy Handbook”. I even read it.
As an award-winning blogger (shhhh—let’s live with the delusion a bit longer), I feel like I should be imparting daily words of wisdom. Somehow “relationships suck” is not going to cut it anymore. Unfortunately, I have no profound wisdom. I don’t even have vaguely logical wisdom. I do, however, continue to be mystified that anyone
I received an email letting me know that this blog has been named among the 50 Best Relationship Blogs (I’m #7 in the main list) by Guide to Online Schools. Clearly, I do not deserve this… particularly since I haven’t written consistently in ages. However, they have called me “witty” and I think we all
I have a new invention. It’s called “Shower Pilates”, and I do believe this one will revolutionize the industry. I love long showers, but feel fleeting guilt about wasting water. I hate exercising, but not being able to fit into my clothes isn’t the turn on you might think it would be. I also loathe
My ass is lifting. Clearly believing that you hang on my every thought, word and action, I felt the need to bring this to you immediately. My ass is lifting. I do believe it is a result of these technologically advanced shoes from Skechers. I mean, I’d like to believe that I’m aging backwards for
I ran across this article on cnn.com, and I had to share. Let’s just say I have done (or am about to do) five items in the “DO NOT DO” list. Go me! How many have you racked up? http://www.cnn.com/2010/LIVING/12/29/tf.new.years.resolutions/index.html
What were you like as a 10 year old? I was bossy—no big surprise. Being an only child meant that I had a certain belief that my opinions would be listened to and weighed with the gravity appropriate for the wisdom expressed. That people frequently noted that I was an adult stuffed into a child’s
It isn’t unusual for me, at this time of year, to look back and take stock of my life. Naturally, work is a huge part of this reflection. Have I made a mark? Am I valuable? Can I continue doing what I’m doing without slitting my wrists? You know–the basic questions everyone asks. I won’t
I’m not even sure how to start this blog, and this might be a bit bumpy, but.. uh… here we go. As you have probably guessed by my “Letters to NYC” earlier, I am in New York. If you’ve read this blog for any length of time, you are probably thinking that something must be
I just found out that I’ve been buying the wrong sized bra for the last 25 years. And not just a little wrong—WAY wrong. Now don’t worry, this isn’t going to be a public service announcement telling you all to burn your bras and go out and get fitted—because really, I don’t care that much