Men can be Silver Foxes, but can women? Popular culture is without a complimentary term for women with grey hair. Correction: there is no term aside from “old hag” and “frumpy cat lady” that describes women with grey hair. Perhaps I am wrong. I would very much like to be wrong. Please correct me! Men age like a fine wine, or perhaps a European cheese. In stark contrast, women’s aging is described in terms of rotting fruit. These are the

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I’m a hiker. After 30 years of hiking, I thought I had seen everything, until I saw the man with no pants. Yep, a forest flasher... in a public park. I stepped off the wooded trail and there he stood across the parking lot, when suddenly he unzipped and “released the beast.” Yikes! Gross! Hey! Is that for real? That cannot possibly be real! No wonder he wanted to show it off. If that man is not in the adult

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To the woman who washes her bra after every wear, I’m not a hater. It’s just that, well, the rest of us are having a hard time living up. See, I’ve noticed your impeccable manicure on Snapchat and your perfectly weeded garden on Facebook. I wasn’t aware it was possible to have both. My garden hasn’t been tended in months and still my nails are a wreck. To the woman who always remembers her reusable grocery bags: Good for you.

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Hundreds of years ago, when I was about 8 years-old, my family was “between mothers” for the first of many times. (I think dad’s wives ran out every time the wine did.) Without the influence of an adult female, my dad decided to make me, his eldest daughter – into the son he always wished he’d had. Apparently, my 2-year-old brother was not man enough, what with his barely being able to walk or drive a stick shift. So, dad

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