Life is hard. When we do something wrong, we all fall back on excuses and blame others. “The dog ate my homework.” “My mother won’t let me go to the party.” “The Devil made me do it!” But now, move over dog, Mom, and Devil. We have a new scapegoat to blame and shame, and
My dear Middle-age Muddlers, Handsome Hubby and I are back from our 16 days in Vietnam and Cambodia. The laundry is whirling away in the washer and dryer. So, I thought I’d sit down and respond to the request from a number of readers asking for a recap of our travels.
Richard Nixon and I sadly have something in common. Jowls. I’ve tried to ignore the problem, but jowls and jawlines are in the news. So, what can I do? Yes, regrettably, I – the anti-plastic surgery woman – am once again day-dreaming about plastic surgery.
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Trick-or-woof! So barks Olga, our four-year-old Labrador, and ruler of our roost. OK. Scary she’s not. Silly she is. So, Olga is opting for elegance, not fierce, furry or fiery this Halloween. But trick-or-treaters beware! Olga’s got an ear-splitting warning/welcome bark and a face-drenching lick! And while Handsome Hubby and I are away vacationing, guess who’s
I’ve got religion! And like all religious zealots, I speak of nothing else. My new-found religion is not a traditional religion, nor is it New Age hippy, dippy. My new religion is my new diet. More specifically, it is my new-found diet success!
When in Doubt, Blame Science
The Latest Addition to the Pantheon of Excuses
Life is hard. When we do something wrong, we all fall back on excuses and blame others. “The dog ate my homework.” “My mother won’t let me go to the party.” “The Devil made me do it!” But now, move over dog, Mom, and Devil. We have a new scapegoat to blame and shame, and
Vietnam and Cambodia: Trip Impressions
Two Middle Age Muddlers on a SE Asian Adventure
My dear Middle-age Muddlers, Handsome Hubby and I are back from our 16 days in Vietnam and Cambodia. The laundry is whirling away in the washer and dryer. So, I thought I’d sit down and respond to the request from a number of readers asking for a recap of our travels.
Nixon and Me: United in Jowls
There's a Surgery for That!
Richard Nixon and I sadly have something in common. Jowls. I’ve tried to ignore the problem, but jowls and jawlines are in the news. So, what can I do? Yes, regrettably, I – the anti-plastic surgery woman – am once again day-dreaming about plastic surgery.
A Hurricane-Hound Brings Sunshine
by guest contributor Olga
“In Hartford, Hereford, and Hampshire … Hurricanes hardly happen.” My Fair Lady, Lerner and Loewe Hurricanes also happen in Florida, and
Trick-or-Woof!
Happy Bark-o-ween!
Trick-or-woof! So barks Olga, our four-year-old Labrador, and ruler of our roost. OK. Scary she’s not. Silly she is. So, Olga is opting for elegance, not fierce, furry or fiery this Halloween. But trick-or-treaters beware! Olga’s got an ear-splitting warning/welcome bark and a face-drenching lick! And while Handsome Hubby and I are away vacationing, guess who’s
Diet Daze, Praise and Prays
Cabbage Soup by the Bowlful
I’ve got religion! And like all religious zealots, I speak of nothing else. My new-found religion is not a traditional religion, nor is it New Age hippy, dippy. My new religion is my new diet. More specifically, it is my new-found diet success!