It was a jewelry party – think Pampered Chef or Tupperware, with more bling and higher price points. I had all I could do to escape without betraying the names of twenty close friends who’d just love to be contacted about hosting jewelry parties themselves. If you get called,...
Life is lived in the gray areas, even if you dye your hair. Between the extremes of bottle black and platinum blond lie all the various shades of relative truth. Neat and tidy as it would be to inhabit a wrong-or-right, black-or-white world, we don’t. Situational ethics govern us....
We all do it. Someone has a heart attack? We attack her again – she’s overweight, she doesn’t exercise. Someone has a stroke? He’s an over-achiever, he eats red meat. Someone gets cancer? She doesn’t get enough fiber. He used to smoke. This gives us a secret little self-congratulatory...
Perhaps it depends on beauty as seen by the eye of the beholder: Boobs or butt first? I’m attending a movie at a small indie theater earlier this week. After saving a seat for myself, I venture out to the lobby to schmooze with friends. Returning with a glass...
Bigly words are hard. Terms I don’t understand vex me, like crispy clothing tags. Since I can’t cut them out, I’ve the quaint habit of looking them up. I even use a an honest-to-God dictionary — a big heavy one, with densely-printed pages and cool index cut-outs, one that...