On Birthdays and Learning

  Yesterday was my 58th birthday. I have never been someone who could not wait until her birthday arrived, thinking its timing coinciding with Back to School made it convenient to ignore. The worry of wearing scratchy, too warm clothes the first day of school coupled with concerns about whether I’d like my teacher(s), and…

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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…

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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…

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