I’m convinced that guilt sometimes resides in the cells, to be handed down from one generation to the next. In my case, this would be guilt of the Catholic persuasion, and it hovers formless and ready to pounce for no real reason. So here are a few guilty pleasures that actually trigger some guilt (but not enough to stop me!) 1. BUTTER Remember the days when margarine was the healthy…
When I read the topic this week I couldn’t help but laugh. And then I couldn’t stop. And then I read it to my husband, and he couldn’t stop laughing either. And then he said something like: “Well, you can blather on about that for days,” which only proves that he, too, is unable to learn a lesson without being beaten about the head and shoulders repeatedly. What lesson haven’t…
Oh, yikes. Are we really going to go here? I already feel like the delinquent deb — Thank God, is all I can say, for Jennifer‘s at times equally risque adventures — but is it really time to come out and confess the crimes? I’m going to skip through the drinking-related misdeeds, because who really needs to hear about how I got busted for underage drinking when I was 16…
Our last house showed terribly at first glance. It had sixty-year-old foil wallpaper, smoked mirror dining room walls and the basement that time forgot. But what it did have was seriously good bones; gorgeous worn floorboards, high ceilings, curved crown moldings and arched doorways. In other words, if you squinted just right, it was stunning. The couple who owned it, we’ll call them the Zuckermans, had lived there for 50 years—happy…
