Monthly Archives: March 2015

The other day, some friends and I were whining in the manner that friends whine to each other. Subjects included hot flashes, muscle pain, weather, children, work, writing, weather, boredom, professional organizations, siblings, parents, weather, coworkers…uh…kind of everything under the … Continue reading →

As you may know, Princess and I are terribly cultured. We demonstrated this by going to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Snippets from our conversation include: In the Arms & Armory Wing: “I love that sword! Think of all the … Continue reading →

My sainted mother loves to hate shopping. The last time the Princess was home from college, my mom called me. “I need some clothes,” she said. “Will you—” “Absolutely not,” I said. Because yes, she was about to ask me … Continue reading →

Sure, sure, I’m madly in love with Tom Hiddleston, Tom Hardy and that hottie who plays Thor. But I’m also a woman of a certain age, in the last throes of her 40s, and so I give you my age-appropriate … Continue reading →

(This blog first appeared in May 2009 when I saw the first in the rebooted Star Trek series.  I’m rerunning it in honor of Leonard Nimoy, who always seemed like such a decent man.) The height of dorkiness is me, … Continue reading →