These beautiful petit fours are a small work of art, aren't they? Just gorgeous. Fondant helps make any confection a work of art. But, it doesn't taste so good. In fact, as much as I like the way petit fours look, I think they taste awful. And I wonder how many people think these things are . . .
Who doesn't love a good fairy tale? Even as we grow up and realize how rarely they come true, most of us never lose our appreciation for the happy story, the romantic tale, the travails of true love which, after peaks and valleys, finally prevails. Britain has a new king-in-waiting and the . . .
Happy birthday to ME! And trust me, I plan to have a really good one! I awakened from the nightmare of youth a long time ago, thank God. Age has brought with it the blessing of clarity about so many things and is still illuminating my life. We're never too old to grow and learn. One thing . . .
This, my friends, is the ONLY way to go through life. With a cocktail in hand and confetti in our hair. And I believe we women in and past midlife understand this to a degree others might not. Sure, there's a time to be serious, a time to focus on career and family and all the important stuff of . . .
How many times have you heard someone say, "Life is short!" Or said it yourself? It's a constant in my vocabulary, a reminder that we should all make the most of every single day. But last month, one of my longest-lived friends turned that concept on its head. As we made plans, she commented, . . .
So there I was, minding my own business in Manhattan, hanging out with eight girlfriends, all of us in or near the Golden Years and all of us on vacation. After a long day, three of us decided to have a late Italian dinner. We walked into a dark restaurant, got seated and whoa! what was that? I saw . . .
Where did all those years go? I've heard that twice in 24 hours--once in an email from my rebound ex-husband and the other in a comment a Boomer friend left on a blog post of mine.My rebound ex sent me some photosincluding one of him in his motorcycle leathers, still cutting a fine figure as . . .
Where did all those years go? I've heard that twice in 24 hours--once in an email from my rebound ex-husband and the other in a comment a Boomer friend left on a blog post of mine.My rebound ex sent me some photos including one of him in his motorcycle leathers, still cutting a fine figure as . . .
Anne Lamott wrote a hilarious account of a year she spent on Match.com. A veteran of the online dating site, myself, I enjoyed her well-wrought description of her dates and some of the anecdotes brought back amusing memories. But, here's what else 58-year-old Lamott wrote: In four-fifths of . . .
Credit If you're a Baby Boomer, aging is probably on your mind. Aging gracefully is a horse of a different color. Literally. Because it means something different for everyone. Some people believe that aging well requires cosmetic enhancements or surgery. Women's magazines are filled . . .