Have you ever felt personally betrayed by the nutrition label printed on food packaging? Well I have. And, oh boy, is it ever a complicated relationship… mostly because it lies to me. It’s both deceptive and wildly optimistic. Look at, I mean REALLY scrutinize the bits and pieces written on all those bags and boxes […]
FOOD LABELS ARE MY ARCH-NEMESIS Read More »
When Helen Reddy sang, “I Am Woman Hear Me Roar” back in 1972, I’m a little embarrassed to admit that it registered more like a catchy tune than the powerful anthem it was. Perhaps it was my teenage preoccupation with securing a Saturday night date, but the women’s movement was barely a blip on my
UNSUNG HEROES OF A FEMINIST AWAKENING Read More »
LET THEM. If this phrase does not ring a bell, then you have clearly been avoiding social media… which, frankly, makes you a much healthier and wiser person than I. I, on the other hand, try to disconnect, hiding my phone in my closet or intentionally leaving it downstairs – when I am upstairs –
WHEN ‘LET THEM’ MEETS MY KITCHEN COUNTER Read More »
I like to think of our bodies as blank canvases. Ever evolving into artistic masterpieces. What a lovely way to think. Right? Such kindness and compassion toward our bodies. C’mon, you must admit our outers and innards are indeed amazing, as in, “you are beautiful inside and out”. On the other hand, might this “ever-evolving
SPOTTED, DOTTED, POLKA-DOTTED Read More »
Dearest 2024: as you are drawing to a close it would be ungracious of me not to let you know how keenly aware I am of your desperate attempts to turn things around these past twelve months. The joy was so close, but there was a whole lot of drama-la. Now it’ll be in the
GLITTER MAY BE OUR ONLY OPTION Read More »
I am sounding off. Now, I must preface this little rant by letting it be known that I thoroughly enjoy engaging in a back-and-forth tête-à-tête, a lively gabfest, or even a friendly discourse. My auditory range is quite all-embracing. MOSTLY. F’rinstance – music. I am all ears, feeling it resonate down to my bones. I
MY EARHOLES ARE EXHAUSTED Read More »
Squished on the couch, semi-fetal, covered eyes peeking through fingers, lying in wait for the next thing to scare the bejesus out of us – that’s us. It’s in the genes. At least on one side of the family. Psychological or paranormal …. I just looove me a scary movie. If it’s a thriller, chiller
Doctors tell you the darnedest things. When all we really want to hear is normal, negative, harmless, innocuous, benign and no biggie. Recently my endocrinologist laid a BIIG one on me and though it had nothing to do with my thyroid she felt it worth mentioning. If memory serves, I had just been making small
IT HIIT ME LIKE A TON OF BRICKS Read More »
Here is my annual repost and update for Passover: What could be better than my beloved family (my mishpocheh) gathered ‘round, raising our glasses (again and again and again and yet AGAIN) while re-telling the story of the Exodus from Egypt? The miraculous journey from slavery to freedom. What rich memories I have of a
I SAY CHAROSES, YOU SAY CHAROSET Read More »
What’s up with new year resolutions? Are they supposed to be aspirational or commitments we secretly know will be broken? I avoid them like the plague. Although I avoid the plague with a great deal more oomph. And I am certainly not commitment phobic, give me a break, I’ve been married for 45 years. Despite
HELLO 2024, LET’S DO THIS! Read More »
