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I’ve been chased out of two stores—on two different continents—by store owners, wielding meat cleavers. The first time was in
We all need competent, compassionate doctors who listen and then give us thoughtful answers and next steps. Most doctors are
Most of us have heard of Bill Cunningham, the legendary, eccentric photographer who chronicled NYC street fashion style. Carol Dietz,
For several years I've been bemoaning the ever-widening landing strips on my scalp. Recently I decided to take my thin,
Fear dictates our feelings about a great many things, especially death and dying. Death is something we try to outrun
Over margaritas and quesadillas my girlfriends and I reflected on some of the difficult times in our lives. Referring to
Many women I know wouldn’t dream of going somewhere, alone, especially someplace chichi like high tea at the Whitby, but
Rats! I'm feeling depressed about my feet. I know all the causes of foot pain, and I have none of
I can’t tell you how I met him, but I can tell you the last time I saw “Felix,” he’d
Instead of taking advantage of the holiday sales, I spent my “Christmas money” on a trip to the cardiologist for
Don’t hold me to this, but I’m thinking about signing up with one of those online dating sites. From time
Do you remember the television commercial, “Cotton… The fabric of our lives?” Sometimes I think the real thread running through
Annie and Lulu are growing into fine young ladies, especially after I sent them to finishing school while I was
Before Thanksgiving a girlfriend’s significant other (SO) had a devastating stroke. He’s been in ICU for much of that time
The other night I reread the beginning of Keith Richards’s autobiography, Life. Keith grew up listening to everything from Mozart
This time last year I took you on a video tour of the house I bought. That was the “Before.”
If you’ve read Doreen McGettigan’s blogs on 1010ParkPlace then you know her life hasn’t been easy. She was sexually abused
Writer and poet, Robert Louis Stevenson, referred to Napa Valley as “bottled poetry.” In 1880, Robert and his bride, Fanny,
