Pandemic Pounds

Pandemic Pounds

June 15 = D day. Diet Day, that is. We’re officially sprung from our lengthy statewide lockdown and the mirror and scales proclaim: it’s time to tackle the ‘quarantine fifteen.’ Further, the seams and zippers of our ill-filling slacks agree...
Who do you dress for?

Who do you dress for?

My husband once asked me, “Who do you dress for, PJ?” The question startled me. Not because it came from a man, let alone my happily-married one who happens to be my longtime beau, but because I’d never considered it. On reflection, I knew I dressed...
Better than Sex Cake

Better than Sex Cake

It was the ‘80s. The era of big hair, big shoulder pads, and big appetites. Disco fever raged on dance floors lighted by a mirrored ball overhead. Sweat flavored the manic gyrations of those in quest of a mate. Greed was espoused—lauded by Gordon Gekko—until Tom...
You’re Never Too Old…

You’re Never Too Old…

So, due to a recent birthday, I’ve become geriatric. No, I’m not a Jurassic Park dinosaur – at least not culturally – but I do have ancient bones, body aches and pains. I’ve a long-time yoga, physical therapy, and massage devotee. This...

Air Force Amy and the Fat Farm

So you read about the sudden passage of my office mate, posted on May 28. This here is an addendum of pornographic quality… Are you hooked yet? My office mate died in January 2004, suddenly, harshly, and in a compressed time frame. Not only was I grieving and...