Feminine Wiles

“My 16-year-old is in South Africa.” “My baby girl won’t be home for seven weeks.” “Julia has abandoned me.” A li...

First things first.  Everyone’s fine.  Okey dokey.  Hunky dory.  No worries.  Move on, dot com. OK.  Second things second.  ...

On the bookshelf in the house where I grew up, there was, snugly tucked between Webster’s Unabridged Dictionary , and Everything You Always ...

Last week was wretched.  Miserable, horrible, terrible.  So very bad that, if it hadn't had been so very awful, it would been comical.  ...

A few days ago, Darling Daughter opined, “Thanksgiving is my favorite.” “It’s not the turkey so much,” she continued, “It’s all the other s...

I’m not pregnant. I know.  No one’s stopping the presses.  I’m 47 and unmarried.  Hoop,  Dee.  Do.  Still, I am reminded of my fetus-free s...

What a dingbat. Earlier today, I’d been doing the usual SAHM (stay-at-home-mom) runaround, eventually landing, ahead of schedule, at th...

Last week, The Today Show aired a segment about the things every woman should know how to do (drawn from the new book, How to Sew A Button:...