Voices
Harry King freed women from permanent wave solutions, sleeping on orange juice cans, big bonnet hairdryers, and the need to have every hair shellacked into place. Harry’s a hairstyling legend, and we owe him our gratitude. Even if you don’t know Harry King, one look and you’ll notice the mischievous twinkle in his eye and
It’s well-documented that women with body image issues frequently struggle in their intimate relationships. Until now, I’ve never discussed this
Will someone please explain to me why–and this is not a rhetorical question–smoke alarm batteries always fail in the middle
Whenever it’s around Valentine’s Day, I get asked a lot about divorce and dating. I never know what to say.
My parents helped me so much with my kids when they were little. Loving, experienced… and free caregivers. It don’t
It was August, 1969. I was married to Adam Linter who managed a club called The Salvation, on 1 Sheridan
Everytime I consider having some “work done,” I learn something that makes me pause. Last month Anna, my aesthetician, gave
At an estate sale recently, a large baggie filled with yellow corn-on-the-cob holders caught my eye. The price was $1
Last weekend I attended a yoga weekend at a holistic retreat house. They had lots of snow, and I decided
Last week my husband and I went to a Blood, Sweat and Tears concert with friends we’ve known for over
Those are the words of Kermit The Frog. Despite Kermit’s opinion, it’s gotten much easier to be green since PANTONE,
One of my intentions for The Pro-Body Project is to introduce you to voices, other than my own, on the
This month we’re reading Caroline Leavitt’s Cruel Beautiful World, one of the best received books of 2016. This book, about
every woman needs a good, broken-in pair of denim. while you’re at it, why not add on a vintage jean
This evening, Molly went to live with God. Before the vet administered the final medication, I laid on the floor
And you thought I just do surgery on knees and shoulders! But I’m not here to advise you on color,
The night before my first mastectomy I stood naked in front of my dressing room mirror, hoping to remember my
I was never good at making costumes. On Halloween my sons used to look at me and wonder why I
I just returned from my honeymoon. We took a week on the Crystal Serenity and, boy oh boy… It was