Relationships
Last week I wrote about what could happen if we extended ourselves to a stranger: We might make a new friend. Coincidentally, I caught up yesterday with another woman I met by doing this in Tuscany, almost ten years ago. One who, along with her sister-in-law, have since become dear friends. Anna Porcu, at a
For almost 35 years as Christmas approached, I worked my derrière off as I listened to clients stress out and
Don’t hold me to this, but I’m thinking about signing up with one of those online dating sites. From time
“Christmas. It’s the “hap-happiest season of all With those holiday greetings and gay happy meetings When friends come to call
Annie and Lulu are growing into fine young ladies, especially after I sent them to finishing school while I was
“Are you phubbing me?” he asked with a bit of attitude. I didn’t look up right away because I had
My favorite fall sweater had several loose threads when I packed it away last spring, but I wasn’t ready to
At our age, when it seems like we have worked hard and should now get to relax and enjoy the
Recently I heard a young woman say dating is obsolete. “Really?” I asked, to which she replied, “No one has
This was my little man, Sam. If you look closely, you can see fur peeking out from between his toes,
There aren’t many things cuter than a soft, snuggly puppy who nuzzles your neck and whispers, “Adopt me! Adopt me!”
My granddaughter is 17-years-old and a new, high school senior. Just a few years ago she was teased and came
One of my earliest memories is sitting in a pool of Wesson Oil, smacking my hands on the linoleum floor
We’d only been in our motor home ten days when I packed a bag and hopped on Southwest Airlines for
This morning a television at the gym flashed a picture of Michael Irvin, former wide receiver for the Dallas Cowboys,
A lot of people ask me how I decided to start 1010ParkPlace. For over 10 years I was focused on
Recently I attended an event for the purpose of networking with attendees from three, different, women’s entrepreneur groups. It was
It’s every woman’s lament at one point or another. But this time, it’s not about my clothes, and it’s true.