Before we leave the month of love for warmer days (although it's 73 here in Philadelphia today and it's February 24th--Whaaattt?!), here's a little more on love through the years. It may not always be pretty, and sometimes passion gives way to contentment, but honestly? I have no problem with that. In fact, I kind of like it. A lot. Read more in my column for Women's Voices Magazine, here!
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
Ah, the summer road trip. If you lived in Philadelphia, and were a child in the '60's (Yikes!), it's likely your summer involved a trip to the Jersey Shore. The good parts: A cherished week at the beach, summer breeze ruffling your hair, the "rides" a.k.a. the Boardwalk (and yes, it deserves the capital letter, as any kid knows), surf, sand, cotton candy, pizza, and so on. The bad part: Getting there. A trip [...]