A Very Hairy Breakup

A Very Hairy Breakup

ON A SCALE THAT MEASURES CATASTROPHES,  losing a lover is a 9.5; losing a stylist is 10 million to the infinite power. My stylist Chelsea and I had been together for more than two decades and I imagined we’d always be together, well into my blue rinse days. My will...
Let’s Talk Turkey

Let’s Talk Turkey

I’M ABOUT TO MAKE  CONFESSION that will likely land my name on some top-secret, un-American list, but I refuse to make turkey for Thanksgiving dinner ever again. For years I’ve attempted to achieve the holy grail of the Thanksgiving meal, i.e. a juicy turkey,...
Dear Halloween Candy

Dear Halloween Candy

Dear Halloween Candy, You are my weakness and nemesis. My knees turn to rubber when confronted with a piece of candy corn. I swoon at the sight of orange and black gummy bats.  Shamelessly you prey on my sense of nostalgia. You conjure up crisp nights when I’d roam...
Mom’s Meat & Three

Mom’s Meat & Three

I was talking to a friend the other day and I mentioned my recent meal at a meat-and-three. Being a transplanted Yankee she never had the exquisite privilege of eating at one and I had to explain what it was. (I was patient with her, but frankly if you’re going to...