The scene a few weeks ago. I’m munching on Pirates Booty recovering from the I-think-I-want-to-die stomach flu – the kind where you can’t peel yourself off the floor. The kind where nothing your husband does for you is right or good enough. Our household was miserable. And then poof –...
I read recently in Elle Magazine that Cleopatra so valued the beauty-enhancing waters of the Dead Sea that she urged her lover Mark Antony to conquer the region so she’d have an unlimited supply. Wow, what a Diva. When I was 16 my parents took my sisters and me...
This British poster has been trending for some time now, like since 1939. It was produced by the British Ministry of Information at the beginning of the Second World War to raise the morale of the public. The poster was rarely used and when it was rediscovered in 2000 it...
It’s the most irritating piece of advice some can give, especially when I’m on the verge of having a meltdown. A while back I ran over a cat. I don’t even like cats. But when I saw it flopping around on the street and meowing in pain, I lost it....
Look, I’ll be honest. I am a bit more sensitive about aging than the average girl - my husband is 7 years younger than me. Yes, I know he loves. But I’m human, and forgive me, a little vain. A long time ago someone said I was a HMB -...