Life
Sometime yesterday, Dayle Haddon, age 76, supermodel, actress and advocate for the global education of girls, died due to suspected carbon monoxide poisoning. I was blessed to know and spend time with Dayle, and I’m stunned and heartbroken over the loss of this magnificent woman. One of our mutual friends called to tell me of
My recent “Invitation to the Rest of Your Life Trip” in Tuscany wasn’t what any of us expected—not me or
Sometimes it feels like I’ve been surviving something all of my life, and my cumulative experiences have given me an
DON’T LET YOUR GUARD DOWN, LADIES. There are a lot of crazies out there, men with dark twisted motives who
If you like love stories, I have a powerful love story for the ages. A true story that speaks to
I’m amazed 2022 is almost behind us. For a good portion of the year I’ve been focused on planning my
Six of the eight places on my April in Tuscany, an “Invitation to the Rest of Your Life” trip are sold, and
With the death of Queen Elizabeth II, the world has lost one of the few remaining members of the “Greatest
There are a lot of things in life we need to be afraid of, but our pharmacy shouldn’t be one
Have you ever bought a piece of clothing you knew was all wrong for you? I did that recently, and
This week’s post is a mixture of things I thought you might enjoy, including a fun summer dress; an easy
My yard has been invaded by a family called the Bufonidaes. I don’t mean to be unkind, but they’re ugly,
If it seems like I’m dissing women on the natural decrepitude of aging, first let me say the same things happen to
Whether you call them batwings, jiggly arms, or you remind yourself not to “wave like that,” our arms will eventually
Not long ago I watched the 1985 film, Out of Africa, and found myself crying in the exact same place I
I hope you’ve been reading Dr. Barbara Bergin’s humorous and informative series of blog posts about what happens to our
Isa Austen is a florist, a model and a painter, and the epitome of cool. She’s sexy and intriguing, a
If you’re like me, perhaps you’ve kept diaries or journals over the years. There are the daily entry kind and
I remember the exact moment my feet first rebelled against high heels. I was 47, far too young to have