St. Joe doesn't look happy. Understandably. This is not something of which I am particularly proud, but I did actually behead Saint Joseph. Not the real Saint Joseph, I mean, I'm old, but not that old, and by the way, does anyone know what happened to the real Saint Joseph? There he was, being an earthly dad to Jesus, and all of a sudden...nothing. It's like he was fingered by the [...]
Enjoy the picture--it's all the inspiration you're getting. I'm going to come clean right now: there is nothing inspirational about the stuff coming next. For the last 150 years, at least, that's what it seems like, I've been working my ass off to launch the Not Ready for Granny Panties brand--blogging, writing books, speaking, doing radio shows, media interviews, writing for other people for no money (but we'll give you great [...]
It's a fact of middle age that as we move on in life, we acquire a super-power. Ordinarily, this would be something to embrace, but this super-power comes with built-in disadvantages. Somehow, as we get older, we have the power to become invisible. While there are many times when I'd like to do just that, this super-power refuses to be controlled, and asserts itself at will, especially when I'm standing in line at [...]
As I get older, I try and live life with as few regrets as possible. I mean, what's the point? It's not like anyone can go back and get a do-over. Yet, try as I might to rise above past mistakes and missteps, there are a few things I really would wipe away had I a choice. Take home perms, for example. Please. My mother inflicted them on me as a child to [...]
9/11/2001 Forever in our minds, hearts, and prayers. Never Forget.
"NO!" Two little letters. Two letters that pack a powerful punch for women. "No" is often used against us, sometimes by we, ourselves, to keep us in line. It also steals our dreams, our potential, and our joy. And let's not forget how we use it to deny ourselves. "No, I shouldn't have dessert, buy those shoes, sit and read for 20 minutes..." fill in your own blanks. But we can learn to tame [...]
It’s. Freaking. Hot. Excuse the borderline profanity, but frankly, nothing else, aside from the actual profanity, adequately expresses how freaking hot it is. This entire summer has blasted the East Coast--and likely the rest of the U.S., but I'm so self-absorbed and crushed by the heat that I'm not sure--with searing, open the freezer just to stick your head in, I'm going to burst into flames any moment, temperatures. In fact, it's been [...]