Apparently traditional tampons contain chemicals. Sorry male readers, you might want to skip this post or use it as an opportunity to get over the whole, “eww tampons” business. I’m sure the females in your life will appreciate the effort. Back on topic, tampons, as in the materials that make up the things, have chemicals…
We are only as blind as we want to be. Maya Angelou said that. At least I think she said it, maybe she wrote it. To be honest, I was drawn to the words first, and then I Googled who said them. You can’t always trust the internet to get quotes, or the quoted correctly,…
I turned ten years old on July 3rd. Well, not really. I started my blog ten years ago. I don’t like numbers. Their restrictions go past high school algebra into the mindset of our culture. Numbers can make us feel falsely badass or tragically small. I guess that alone explains why July 3rd came…
If I were a seamstress, I would work in the theater. My hair would be long, wavy, and tucked into a bun with those sticks, or maybe an ornate pin. I would wear tunic tops and gaucho pants, but not linen. It’s too heavy and it wrinkles. I’d smell like roses and tobacco. If I…
My daughter is in London on a school trip. She comes home tomorrow. It was Saturday evening before I’d heard the news of the London Bridge attack. We had already received an email from her chaperone about the fun they’d had that day and that they were back in their hotel room. I called her…
My efforts to simplify my life have somehow touched a nerve. As I continue to reduce my “stuff” and practice conscious consumerism, I’m faced with the fact that I may be buying things in response to issues that have nothing to do with always having an extra mascara or stocking up on black socks…
When I was young, my mom and I moved to New York to take care of my Nannie who had breast cancer. My Nan fought like hell, and we spent a good bit of time in Bronxville. We lived in a one-bedroom apartment, which was part of a big yellow house that had four or…
I’ve never had a hard time apologizing. In fact, I say, “I’m sorry,” far too often. I need to locate that sweet spot between taking responsibility for my screw-ups or insensitivities and using the gesture as filler and in turn diminishing its value. There are important phrases in life that need to be used sparingly,…
What happened to turning on the bathroom water, pushing the little thingie for soap, and grabbing a few paper towels? We have turned into a bunch of hand wavers trying to trip some sensor simply to wash our hands. Have you looked around an airport bathroom, or better yet, been treated to a spontaneous bidet when…
