I am getting married. A Second Marriage. The words look awkwardly strange in print and I must admit they don't readily roll off my tongue. Not because I have doubts—but more because I never imagined my 53 year old Mary Tyler Moore self (AKA-Mary Richards) getting...
I am not really ready to think about Fall yet-- barely recovering from the 4th of July. However, every store window I seem to pass ( I am on foot a lot in the summer) is a new display of boots..heavy sweaters and winter coats. Ugh...
I can’t believe it’s July 4th. I can’t believe how much can happen in a year. Time has a way of moving faster the older we get…and it seems more precious. More stuff to cross off our bucket list. It was one year ago this week...
I have written ad nauseam about how much I love my children. How they are the center of my universe. My heart and my soul…blah, blah, blah. Of course this is true. I just forgot to factor in summer vacation. Just when I have my empty...
Saturday night. Destination CVS (to pick-up hormone prescription) and then onto Barnes & Noble. There may have been a time when I felt like I had to apologize for this or make excuses. But, no need. Reinvention doesn’t always mean reinventing the outside. Sometimes reinvention is about...
I like the view from the 50 yard line. I like the view from 53. This weekend my daughter (number three) graduated from University of Wisconsin. So, you see, I have done college graduation before…twice…gratefully and proudly. However, I am happy to admit I am far less “nuts”...
You just never know where the open road will take you. But sometimes you simply have to take the road less traveled…or the bus! I mean this quite literally. Last week I was all “fancy” and chatting it up with my old friend (haha) designer Bob...
I was actually feeling great about myself last night -- given it was a Tuesday -- given I was alone wearing a gold lame Bob Mackie top. I was feeling great and grateful when I walked into the Chicago History Museum. I was invited by a...
"It’s odd when I think of the arc of my life, from child to young woman to aging adult. First I was who I was. Then I didn’t know who I was. Then I invented someone, and became her. Then I began to like what...
This is when you know you have really MOVED to a new city-- when you have to find a doctor. More specifically, when you have to find a dentist because you have a throbbing toothache and your life long dentist is 300 miles away. (Actually,...