First, can I just say? I have referenced the TV special “Free to be You and Me” several times recently and in more than a couple of instances, the person with whom I was speaking had no idea what I was talking about. Seriously? William Wants a Doll? The Baby Skit? Michael Jackson? Anyone? I … More Free. To. Be. You. And. Me.
Has anyone seen my husband? Handsome, 6.4, usually impeccably dressed, always with great shoes, hair a little unruly right now (he’s getting it cut tomorrow), and likely rambling on and on about how amazing his wife is…anyone? Anyone??? I emailed my husband this morning and told him it felt like we hadn’t seen each other … More Old. Enough. To. Know. Better.
I grew up twirling. An only child until I was 15, I had an active imagination, magic was a prevalent part of my existence, and I was a dreamer. Every chore I did as a kid was transformed into a fairytale. Sweeping the front walkway? A concert in front of tens of thousands of … More Literally.
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Recently I’ve had a couple conversations with girlfriends about friends of theirs who always seem to want to one-up them. Whether it’s building new houses, buying new cars, dressing their children only in Ralph Lauren, even having more children, and then doing a whole lot of talking about all of it. Like it’s a competition. … More Screw. The. Joneses.
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