Should entering a store to purchase an ordinary item cause an otherwise smart, level-headed woman to put her therapist on speed dial? I didn’t think so. Yet I fear I’m in persistent danger of falling into a retail-induced catatonic state, brought on by daily confrontation with really difficult choices. This just might be the worst
Thank you, Bill Gates. Thank you, Steve Jobs. You may have saved my marriage. Because of you, my husband and I hardly argue any more. That is because we hardly talk anymore. Instead we send each other abbreviated, misspelled, unpunctuated messages via e-mail and texting. “Honey,” I write in an e-mail from my computer to
The 2011 holiday season has been over for approximately a month now, and even the slowest among us has probably put away the last celebratory vestiges. Christmas lights and tree decorations have been replaced in their cotton-lined cartons, safely stowed away for another year. Dried out evergreens have been carted away by the garbage trucks
Dear Emily Post: I am a woman of a certain age; revealing the precise number at this time is not necessary. The mere fact that I remember who you are attests to my longevity. I know that you do not claim to be a fashion maven, but I’m writing to you because you are the
