Why is it that the preparation for a road trip takes almost as long as the road trip? Anyone else have this problem? My friend, Kathy, and I are off on another adventure and this trip is a long one, in time and distance and will require clothes for all seasons. And the mundane decisions almost stop me before I even get in the car. What clothes (accessories and shoes) to take, how often will we stop for laundry, should I start with a full tube of toothpaste or just the partial tube, knowing I Continue Reading
A Debate I Really Want to Watch
Last weekend, I caught a piece of the 106th presidential debate. Well, that’s what it seemed like. It occurred to me, the debate I really want to watch is one that features the candidate’s spouses, all on the same stage, and I want to hear them share what their official White House "cause" would be. This custom dates back to the days of Dolley Madison who championed issues related to orphans back in the early 1800’s. It’s really fascinating the role First Ladies have played in shaping many of Continue Reading
When Only a Facelift Will Do
February. Dull, gray, lifeless. It’s the time of year I always say to my hair stylist “I think I want to add a swatch of wild color across the top of my hair.” “That’s just winter talking,” she responds. It’s become a February ritual. So instead of that, I’ve decided to have a facelift. Well, at least a facelift to my website, and I’ve switched from one blogging platform to another. Why? I want to make it easier for people to read on any device they use, I want readers to be able to Continue Reading
Of Tambourines and Triangles
I recently attended a concert and knew it was going to be a long 90 minutes from the very first song. Why? Because the song featured a tambourine. I hate the tambourine and I don’t care what color it is, what it’s made of, who’s shaking it, and whether or not it is ergonomically designed, it still sounds tinny and cheap to me. And the slightest misstep on the beat… don’t even get me started. The triangle made its debut in the fourth song. I was doomed. And I was back in fourth grade. I Continue Reading