New year, new decade. By this point I’ve learned resolutions are futile. For about thirty days, the gym at my YMCA is chock full, friends order fizzy water instead of wine. People make bloated promises about waistlines, turning over new leaves and becoming better/leaner/healthier versions of their former selves. And then real life takes over. The Ben ...
November is the catwalk to the holiday season. Winter coats come out. Trees lose every leaf and the darned days keep getting shorter. This week I started combing through new recipes for Thanksgiving side dishes, knowing I’ll end up defaulting to the old standbys. But November is also the month we honor America’s veterans. Collectively we’re reminded ...
Just about every woman I know read “Little Women” when they were young. I can still picture myself curled on up a 70’s mustard corduroy chair in our living room, completely absorbed by the indomitable March women. I related to Jo and her moxie. A little bit tomboy, a little bit rebel. The perfect heroine for a 70’s chick. The fact that my parents ...
The calendar gods got it wrong when they made January the start of the new year. In my book, it should be September, the month when summer fun comes to a close. The first sign is the fallen leaf, burnished into a lipstick shade by a rogue cool mountain night. Then there’s Labor Day, aptly named as the gateway to what’s to come…back to school, weekends ...
Fifty years ago this month, a man captivated an entire planet when he bounced down a set of steps and walked on the moon. For that brief moment in 1969, the world paused to watch one giant leap for mankind. It’s been so interesting to see the videos and photos, like a sepia-toned time capsule. The astronauts’ aged suits look vulnerable, the “space ...