I come from a family that ages very well. With some cosmetic help. Grandma Ethel, God bless her, knew her…
Author: Anna
It’s time for me to go off-topic, not only because I haven’t done it in ages but also because if…
My first apartment wasn’t an apartment — it was a house. And not just any house but a house on…
Let’s just start off the week of animal posts with a crazy cat lady one, why don’t we? Yes, I’m…
It seems a rather optimistic and extreme move to make — downright ballsy, as a matter of fact — but…
Well, I’ve already confessed about my weekly massages (and managed to convince you, not to mention myself, that they’re necessary…
It’s funny. Although I can think of — and regale you with — endless tales of the rejection I’ve endured,…
Oh, yikes. Are we really going to go here? I already feel like the delinquent deb — Thank God, is…
I’m horrible about reading, by which I mean that I read about .000001% of the number of books I’d like…
If I hadn’t picked 12 containers of blackberries, I might not have ended up with the Dorothy Hamill-had-she-cut-her-locks-with-gardening-sheers haircut at…