There is always another side. Another story. On the other end of the phone line or behind the deli counter. The sullen neighbor, taking out his garbage can. Or the truth behind the man or woman who disappears from your life without explanation. There are overworked employees at the big company who screw up. Maybe […]
Archives for March 2010
Satiny stationery with your monogram? A fine, textured linen that feels light as a feather? Or do you prefer a gold-embossed note card? Yes. Sit. Savor your favorite ballpoint pen, or better yet, a sublime Waterman fountain pen (oh, a woman can dream). Let the ink flow languidly across the page. Take pleasure in the […]
Reaching out a second time around can be an overwhelming challenge.
Whatever it was, I did what I was told, the quintessential good girl following the rules: I studied, I smiled, I won awards, I did not rebel, I lived with secrets. I followed the rules and did not cheat though I saw others do so and prosper; I followed the rules and did not lie […]
Yes, it’s that time of year. Dammit. Pulling papers together. Searching through piles for receipts. Shuffling through forms and instructions to take care of taxes. Funny that we say things are “taxing” when they are endlessly wearying. As language usage, is that the chicken or the egg? Tax season When tax season rolls around, I […]
Failure to thrive, in its varied interpretations.
Challenging “traditional” leadership notions.
I’ll fess up. I spent three hours the other night (happily) watching Bravo TV. Yep, those Housewives again. Embarrassing Behaviors First I watched the Real Housewives of Orange County (the Reunion Show, in two parts). Then I watched the newest episode of Real Housewives of New York. Twice. Okay, make that four hours of Reality […]
Wondering who I am? What I look like? What “sort” I am? See this fab woman? She likes her words. She has cool red glasses. She can even concentrate under a strange, retro, hair heating device. Oh, it’s in the name of beauty. Fine. I totally get that. We women go to great lengths in […]
Judge not, or…