Whether he was cheering on his grandson or just cracking jokes, Tammy DeMel’s father was always a super guy. Read more from Tammy on her blog. Like many little girls, growing up I thought my dad was Superman. In my mind he was the smartest, funniest, most wonderful man in the world. And then I became …
I just finished another one of those books about a group of teens who meet at sleep away camp, share their innermost secrets and form lifelong bonds that can only be shared by friends who’ve lived with each other 24/7 during that coming-of-age time in their lives. And I’m envious. Even at 50 (okay, 51), …
I’m not the kind of woman who gets her nails done once a week. I’ve never gone crazy over expensive shoes and purses. I’m more about utility – black shoes and black purse (once I went a little crazy and bought a red handbag). And rather than worshiping at the counters of Clinique, Bobbi Brown …
Nobody puts Tammy DeMel in the corner, but sometimes she has been made to feel like the fifth wheel. Read about what it’s like being such a good friend-connector that you make yourself obsolete in a friendship. If you like this post about women’s friendships, read more from Tammy on her blog, Covering the Gray. …
Last weekend, I took my son and mother to the nearby outlet mall for a little back-to-school shopping. My role began as chauffeur, banker and fashion consultant for my 15 year-old son. That was until I dared to question one of his fashion choices and was unceremoniously fired. So I joined my mom, who was …
