Feminine Wiles

So that’s that. Julia’s winter exams are officially over. “World Religions” marked another senior year “last.” With that e...

It’s broad daylight now, but I’m afraid to go upstairs. OK. I take that back. “Afraid” may not be the right word. More like “t...

I can cry at the drop of the hat. That’s not always been the case. At least, not since I was a hormonal teenager and cou...

I'm a fan of holiday traditions. I always watch Dick Clark’s Rockin’ New Year’s Eve – although I’m not entirely averse to channe...

Thirteen days until Christmas and all through the house, not a creature is stirring.  Because exams start tomorrow. Did we have exams in hi...

Parenthood ain't for sissies. So far as I can tell, from the very nanosecond your newborn gulps that first lungful of air (did he get ...

OK.  What’s wrong here?  I’m wearing jeans.  Ski socks.  Wool-lined boots.  (Really cute ones – black with tassels!)  A turtleneck and a ho...