Frigid Stare

Frigid Stare

Frigid stare. If I parked a sparkly new Corvette on our freezer’s eye level shelf or deposited a shiny diamond in the vegetable crisper, my husband would just hold the door open and gape. For seconds which seem like days. In full view of a wife who wants to save...
Self-licensing

Self-licensing

My dietary aspirations have taken a pratfall again. It’s not my fault; it’s self-licensing. Never heard of the inherent human travail before? Here’s your definition of the Word of the Day: n. The unconscious tendency to allow yourself to do something...
Panera’s Gray Panther Clientelle

Panera’s Gray Panther Clientelle

I belong to a writer group that convenes each Thursday morning at Panera Bread. We are not part of the Starbucks clan: we prefer a full menu of ‘feed your face’ options. While not all of the writers are Boomers, post-careerists who have plenty of time, I...