Crouching Shopper, Sleeping Wardrobe

by Chrysa Smith Well, there they are. Yep, I just ordered them from, um, Forever 21. Am I trying to be, um, 21? I hope not. But I am trying an experiment. I'm shaking it up. Sure, I love some of the classics. Nice black pants and skirt--the quintessential little black dress. But I also like to have fun with fashion, and for too long--too 25+ pounds too long, I haven't had much. So [...]

2018-10-30T09:46:17-04:00August 22nd, 2013|0 Comments

Is Trash High in Cholesterol?

By: Mary Fran Bontempo To hear an audio version of this post, click the play arrow below. I can totally relate. Last week, my son came home to find our dog, Casey, stuffed into the overturned kitchen trash can, happily munching away on her version of culinary delicacies. Casey was so transfixed by her good fortune--ordinarily, I remove the trash can from her relentlessly determined reach--that she didn't even hear David come in. [...]

2018-10-30T09:46:17-04:00August 20th, 2013|0 Comments

Game Night, Anyone?

By: Mary Fran Bontempo Who would have thought? In our technologically saturated world, one of the most delightful shows on TV this summer is a throw-back of sorts. Hollywood Game Night, hosted by Glee's Jane Lynch, pits two teams of celebrities, along with one "real" person, against each other in a variety of live action party games for the chance to win a $25,000 grand prize, with a $10,000 payout for the charity [...]

2018-10-30T09:46:17-04:00August 16th, 2013|0 Comments

Estrogen Depletion

by Chrysa Smith There I was sitting in my family room. It was Friday night. And there they were on the couch. My husband on one side, son on the other. Both had their right legs up, crossed over their left. And in each guys hands---a video game.  My dog Bobby was pushed against me, licking his---uh---huu-huu. And my other dog Geezie? He was sleeping. It was then that it hit me. I [...]

2018-10-30T09:46:18-04:00August 15th, 2013|0 Comments

Sorry–Not Sorry

By: Mary Fran Bontempo Okay, I’ll admit it—as a resident of life’s middle ground, I’m not exactly up on current slang or expressions used by the “young folk.” New language introduced into the vernacular was hard enough to manage before the advent of texting, but now that everything’s been reduced to a bizarre combination of letters, numbers and symbols (YOLO—You Only Live Once, RB@Ya--Right Back at You, TTYL8R—Talk To You Later), I’m clueless. [...]

2018-10-30T09:46:18-04:00August 13th, 2013|1 Comment
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