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The holidays are here, and it’s one of the few times of the year that gives us permission to elevate our style. Years ago, my friend and iconic makeup artist, Sandy Linter, told me, “Less is less.” Sandy was referring to many women of a certain age who stop wearing makeup and no longer make

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Maybe it's just me, but I think it's alarming when the best dressed person in the airport is a nun.
While trying to flee the heat this week I discovered a book of artistic photographs, each a true work of
Illusive Tarahumara Indians and their genitals and 10 hours to go 60 miles were nothing compared to the next part
Ten heart-stopping hours later, including a side trip to convince a woman to come back from the dead, we arrived
Did you know your nail technicians could be victims of modern day slavery? Some things to look for in the
I know something about depression, but I've never thought of suicide. If you ARE EVER FEELING DEPRESSED, ALONE, DESPONDENT, or

Six months ago I wrote, “Don’t hold me to this, but I’m thinking about signing up with one of those

How many of us envision ourselves as a healthy, active professional when we’re 94-years-old? Before I met Lee Moczygemba, it

One of my favorite people on Instagram is a woman known as “The Contessa” or the “@AntiqueGoddess.” When she asked

Dear Brittany & Jessie, Part of me wants to say you’re rude and shallow, while another part of me thinks

What are some of the things you want? What are some things you need? I’ll go first, in no particular
While unpacking things that have been in storage for 10 years, I had a huge ah-ha moment about my relationship
In the last few weeks, two of my friends have lost their husbands to a serious illness. I've lost to
When I was in New Orleans a couple of weeks ago, I spent the afternoon with antiques importer and designer,

The best thing about New Orleans isn’t the food, although it is fabulous, or the live music on the street.

When I was in my 20’s, a hand lettered sign on the checkout desk of an Austin, Texas, motel made

Quite a few people have suggested I write a book. While this isn't it, I have been jotting down some

I’ve been chased out of two stores—on two different continents—by store owners, wielding meat cleavers. The first time was in