Marilyn Monroe famously and breathlessly proclaimed that diamonds are a girl’s best friend. Well, that may be so, but for middle-aged gals like me, pharmacists are the preferred BFFs. And man, I don’t mean to brag but I’ve got multiple friends in pharmaceutical places! And lately, I’ve needed them.
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With the National Basketball Association season winding down and free agent trading time gearing up, I’m considering my options. Should I play the field or play for keeps? Stick with Handsome Hubby or …?
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First I got a concussion. Then I learned to cook. It’s true, but like most truths, there’s more to the story. It actually took a concussion, a TV show, and echoes from the past to get me to care about cooking.
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I may sound old-fashioned, but I think some of today’s lapses in sartorial style are downright sins. The way we dress and adorn ourselves would surely make my mother and grandmother shudder and shriek! In Grandma’s day,
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Nothing’s really wrong, but I’ve got a bad case of the middle-aged, mid-week grouchies. And I need to vent. Read on. You might just relate. You might get a chuckle. At the very least, as my delightful 92-year-old second cousin Marvin used to say, “It couldn’t hurt.”
I come from a long line of now-endangered red meat carnivores. My grandmother made a mean Cornish game hen, but it was her Hungarian goulash and stuffed cabbage (stuffed with ground beef) I most fondly remember. My mother’s signature recipes were chili con carne, roast beef, steak smothered in buttery onions and mushrooms, beef and
Pharmacists, Not Diamonds, are My BFFs
Friends in Pharmaceutical Places
Marilyn Monroe famously and breathlessly proclaimed that diamonds are a girl’s best friend. Well, that may be so, but for middle-aged gals like me, pharmacists are the preferred BFFs. And man, I don’t mean to brag but I’ve got multiple friends in pharmaceutical places! And lately, I’ve needed them.
Play the Field or Play for Keeps?
Hoops or Hubby?
With the National Basketball Association season winding down and free agent trading time gearing up, I’m considering my options. Should I play the field or play for keeps? Stick with Handsome Hubby or …?
First a Concussion. Then a Cook
Ina Garten and Grandma Ida Helped Too
First I got a concussion. Then I learned to cook. It’s true, but like most truths, there’s more to the story. It actually took a concussion, a TV show, and echoes from the past to get me to care about cooking.
Sartorial Sins of the Flesh
Leggings, Yoga Pants, and Holey Jeans
I may sound old-fashioned, but I think some of today’s lapses in sartorial style are downright sins. The way we dress and adorn ourselves would surely make my mother and grandmother shudder and shriek! In Grandma’s day,
Middle-Aged, Mid-Week Grouchies
7 Terms and Trends that Torment
Nothing’s really wrong, but I’ve got a bad case of the middle-aged, mid-week grouchies. And I need to vent. Read on. You might just relate. You might get a chuckle. At the very least, as my delightful 92-year-old second cousin Marvin used to say, “It couldn’t hurt.”
Endangered! Red Meat Carnivores
Beef Brisket Bye-bye
I come from a long line of now-endangered red meat carnivores. My grandmother made a mean Cornish game hen, but it was her Hungarian goulash and stuffed cabbage (stuffed with ground beef) I most fondly remember. My mother’s signature recipes were chili con carne, roast beef, steak smothered in buttery onions and mushrooms, beef and