With the first week of school under our belt, life should settle into a comfortable, but relentless pace. Sounds dramatic, even if it isn’t wholly accurate. Suffice it to say it should be relentless for the RTR and I, who are most comfortable in our house potato state. We prefer to characterize ourselves as easily…
Year: 2008
You, too can enjoy life past 30
Today is my birthday. And as much as I can say that many women my age choose not to admit their age, I’m proud of mine. I’m 52 years old. Not 52 years young, or 52 years better. It doesn’t need to be made into something other than what it is. Fifty-two. The year I…
Back to School: Ho Hum
The long Labor Day weekend always marks the official end of summer here, with people heading to the beach one last time. And just like that, it’s over. The three days yawned on for what seemed like five with the three of us taking it easy. Other than spending Saturday at the horse races with…
Pundits and Forum Whackos
It’s kind of sad how days go by and this space sits waiting to take on the color of my days. It waits quite a bit now, but not by design. I haven’t lost interest, though. Most of the time, I feel like one of those clowns that shows up at a kid’s birthday party…
A Cork for Ben Stein’s Mouth, please?
As much as I have enjoyed watching men and women athletes compete in the Olympic games over the years, and successfully pushing out the political crap that inevitably surrounds the games, I can say that I’m not sad I will no longer have the sound of the games on our television being the soundtrack of…
In Vogue with Armpit Flaps
Once in a while, if I’m waiting in the line at the grocery store long enough, like others, I scan the covers of magazines. I glance past Gourmet, Bon Appetit, and Food & Wine, because I have those and others at home in some state of being dissected, stickered and splattered with my latest gastronomical…