I’m in my kitchen staring down at what used to be my cutting board but now looks like a setting for a horror movie. Lined up in perfect medical precision are two screw drivers, flat head and Phillips, a pair of very sharp scissors, a Swiss army knife, an electric drill, a box cutter, and
It is the common wisdom that men, especially men of a certain generation, do not like to shop. In fact, a British survey of over 2,000 people found that men became bored after only 20 minutes of shopping, while women could go for a full two hours. This should come as a surprise to no
Come on, admit it. We are all subject to occasional morbid thoughts, especially at that point in life when the number representing our chronological age exceeds the highway speed limit. Don’t tell me that you never think about the Grim Reaper, the Dark Angel, or any of the other euphemisms you can name to avoid
Ladies: did you know that when you walk into a store to buy a new bra, the odds are that you're going to buy the wrong size? And, if you've been buying bras for as long as I have, this is very disturbing news. Now I stay awake at night wondering how improper bra selection
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
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,
It is the common wisdom that men, especially men of a certain generation, do not like to shop. In fact, a British survey of over 2,000 people found that men became bored after only 20 minutes of shopping, while women could go for a full two hours. This should come as a surprise to no
Greetings from Florida. I’m pleased to report that once again we have arrived safely. And once again I find myself surrounded by all of the suitcases and boxes of clothing that now require unpacking and stacking back into the closets and drawers. Each year as we make this transition I vow I will do better,
On a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 representing least likely to be overheard, and 10 representing most likely, how would you rate the following query: “Hello, Irving, this is Sidney. How would you like to meet for lunch and then go shopping?” Off the chart on the low end, I would suspect. But
