December is here, and so time again For season’s greetings to fine blogger friends. A new group in town—this is no canard— Broke ground along Midlife Boulevard. With style and wit (but no fountain pen), On bandwidth they ply their acumen. For editors Mesdames Greenthal and Parris, I bestow a day off with Buehler, Ferris. …
All I know is karma’s a bitch. And never cop an attitude with an usher when you’re dragging toilet paper on your shoe. Last year, my mother braved Midwest blizzards, traffic and the airport to visit my family of four for Christmas in California. Our fun-filled week consisted of spiked eggnog, story telling, old movies …
In my forties, I could finally afford to purchase the expensive footwear I had always envied: classic Dior black pumps, Coach tennis shoes and jeweled strappy sandals. But nowadays, comfort overrules my desire to be a fashion plate and one pair of low-heeled pumps, white sneakers and flats gets me from church to the gym. …
