There’s a nasty bug in the air. Several weeks ago, on an 11-hour flight to Israel, it crawled into my head, stuffed my sinus cavity like a Thanksgiving turkey, and slithered south to my chest.
To find out how I cured it, read on.
I read the other day that the latest way to find a babysitter is a match-making process like speed dating. Prospective sitters and desperate couples show up at the same place and rotate through five-minute meetings to get to know each other.
“Check this out,” I told my husband. “We should have been so smart. Mass interviews! Disaster prevention!”
“Doubtful,” he said. And I had to agree. The truth is, no amount of interviewing ever guaranteed a no-surprise experience when it came to babysitters.
I always start the New Year with some gut-busting resolution. Usually, to lose 10 pounds.
Not this year, though. Instead, I’ve resolved to gain 1,000 friends. I’ve made the big move and started social networking.
Did you ever marvel at those folks who can play an instrument without looking at the music? Sometimes they’ve just memorized it. But sometimes it comes naturally, from some inner tune. That’s how it was for my mom.
Life would go better if I could leave the house list in hand and run my errands the way the how-to books say. “Plot your
It was one of those introspective thoughts that circles all year around women’s groups and comes in for a landing in January. “I’ve got my
It was on the eve of my dental appointment, just after brushing furiously to erase six months of sins, that I made the confession. “Sometimes,”
The question seemed friendly enough, but it bit like the wind outside. “Ma’am,” asked the serious young man at the downstairs coffee bar, “did you
I’ve got the T-shirt, the clown nose, and a rainbow colored diploma to prove it. Drumroll please…. I’m a certified laughter leader. Need a good
I don’t watch much TV. I’d like to say this is because reality TV isn’t deep enough for me. Or “Friends” is too predictable. Or