Women's Issues Midlife And Beyond
“Just how many armies are we feeding?†My husband, with his usual finesse, needed to let me know I was going overboard. I glared at him and hoisted a platter of crudites that resembled the Leaning Tower of Pisa out to the car. It was a lot, but I’d never, ever, admit it was too much. We were hosting a… Read More
The weather forecaster lied to me. Well, she lied to a bunch of viewers, but I took it personally. There was something about the way she faced the television camera that made me suspect she had her fingers crossed behind her back when she said, “Don’t worry! We will not have accumulating snow. The ground is still too warm.†Liar!… Read More
Traffic zoomed by us, distracted and weary. It was late afternoon; the sun played peek-a-boo with a few low hanging clouds, and the wind was downright rude in its behavior. My studley husband had our dog, Booker, on leash as I walked alongside trying not to get tangled in the twenty-six feet of retractable line. Booker likes to weave, and… Read More
