I have long ago made peace with the fact that I am not a manicure person. In fact, my fingernails are one (or ten) of the least favorite parts of my body, second only to my Buddha belly and skinny ankles. And I don't think my fingernails are too crazy about me, either. If they
My husband, bless his soul, has figured out a unique and effective way to guarantee social distancing. He has grown a mustache. While I believe that I’m as affectionate as the next guy, it’s hard to arouse enthusiasm about puckering up when I feel I’m about to kiss my hair brush. I think it’s only
Hey boys and girls, in case you haven’t noticed, it’s Awards season. Did you know there are some 44 different awards events between January and the big finale, The Academy Awards, at the end of February? So many opportunities for celebrities to dress up, and hang out. Mostly, it’s the women who hang out. Which
Each spring, when I fly north from Florida with the rest of my Snowbird flock, I look forward to becoming reacquainted with the small-ish town where I alight in order to escape the sultry Florida summers. I'm always curious to discover which establishments remain precisely where I left them last fall, which have closed up
Like most women, I have a complicated relationship with birthdays. Which happens to be today. I won’t get specific, but I will admit to being in my eighth decade, and creeping closer to the next round number. By the way, for those of you who, like me, almost failed math, the eighth decade does not
April is a month that seems to inspire poetry. However, Chaucer, who praised April in his prologue to the “Canterbury Tales” would certainly not have agreed with the opening line of T.S. Eliot’s famous poem, “The Wasteland,” quoted above. But then again, Chaucer was not a woman who had to face the terror and humiliation
I was in a doctor’s waiting room the other day catching up on my magazine reading (see “Death, Taxes, and the Annual Exam,” February 29, 2016), when the title of a particular article captured my attention: The Disappearance of Older Women. Had this been the National Enquirer, I would have assumed that it was another
By any chance, do you to remember an old movie called The Enchanted Cottage starring Robert Young and Dorothy McGuire? It was released a long time ago, 1945 to be exact. If you don’t remember it, please don’t lie and tell me it’s because you weren’t born yet. I happen to know how old you
Last evening, while engaging in the usual pre-sleep beauty ritual, I dipped my fingers into the jar of night face moisturizer only to discover that I was about to use the last dollop. While this is not quite as tragic as being unable to zip the cocktail dress you were planning to wear to the
Has this ever happened to you? You’re in a restaurant. In your line of vision is another table with, let’s say, three couples. You unconsciously absorb the physical details of the six well-dressed people who are about to eat their appetizers. You notice the gray hair on the partially bald men, the obviously chemically-treated hair
