This summer, I was fortunate enough to be able to spend more time than usual in the Big Apple. I realize that, based on what I just related, some of you might believe that the heat got to me and altered any semblance of rational thinking. But, hey, I’m a city kid, born and bred.
Can you believe it's already mid-September? Where have all the flowers gone? The summer flew by as quickly as if it was being pursued by a pack of cheetahs. (Do cheetahs run in packs?) Now, all the signs of fall are in the air -- shorter days, cooler nights, and, according to my runny nose
I apologize for recycling a previous post. But please understand, it’s that time of year when all of my powers, both creative and physical, are engaged in a battle to maintain mental stability. Normally, this is not a daunting task, and I’m able to write in spite of whatever my angst of the month
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
Labor Day weekend is upon us, and despite the fact that we were just experiencing a heat wave, come Monday, summer is unofficially at an end. In truth, summer is not really over until the calendar says it is, on or about September 21. But then, the calendar completely ignores the real indications of the
It has recently come to my attention that my fashion image is in serious need of a makeover. My entire wardrobe, which I believed to be tasteful and age-appropriate, is, in fact, quite boring. And boring is not the look for which I was striving. This dismaying, and no doubt, costly, epiphany dawned via a
Mirror, mirror in the store You made me look like a size four But in my home what did I see? A plus-size looking back at me! Please forgive my corny rhyme, but I'm pretty sure this is the question that the Wicked Queen would be posing to her magic mirror if she and Snow
Listen! That long sigh of relief you just heard was me, Susie Snowbird, recovering from another transition from south to north. Needless to say, all that intense concentration on what to take and what to leave behind has left me little time to write. So I apologize for reposting, but the essay below,
At first, I wasn’t sure why my mind wandered to this particular topic. It might have been the sense of torture brought on by endless exposure to political gurus. Or perhaps it was the stomach ache which followed an uncontrollable fit of laughter. The latter occurred as I was perusing the latest issue of The
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
