Even going about their daily chores, the women of India in their beautiful sarees epitomize beauty and grace. Even when they're just sitting in front of a massive pile of gooseberries. Or standing at a monument waiting to go in. The color and majesty of these flowing sarees brought out the beauty . . .
Although my mother was a stay-at-home wife, I always worked. Had a career. A big career, too. One that kept me busy 12 hours a day, took me to foreign lands and allowed me to own two homes on different coasts simultaneously. When my first husband returned to my life after a 27-year absence, I was . . .
I love these bottles, especially the rose-colored ones. Color is best consumed in every possible shade and life is best consumed the same way. That's my position, anyway. As I tell my students, life isn't all that fragile, not really. Certainly not as fragile as these glass bottles. Look around. . . .
It seems strange to talk about abortion when so many women would give anything to have a baby.But the subject has been reduced to political fodder for decades, and it's an election year, so we can expect more discussion on the subject in coming months.My own views have evolved over the years, and . . .
These arrived the other day.Yes, the college I'm teaching at needs to have them on fileto be sure I have the appropriate credentialsto be teaching young minds. Not that these tell you much except that I met a university's degree criteria. Documents from another life But, whose name is on . . .
Helen Gurley Brown: 1922-2012 She was a girly-girl who had sex and made no bones about it, a career woman who thought getting and keeping a man were the best things a woman could do. She was all about glamour, sex, staying thin as a rail, and writing racy copy for Cosmopolitan, the magazine that . . .
President Obama opening BlogHer '12 in NYC via internet feed It was overwhelming, really, that President Barack Obama officially opened our conference yesterday, talking about the significant role women have played in his life, starting with his grandmother and mother, and then his wife and two . . .
It was partly cloudy, yesterday, but still humid enough to curl hair that was straight when I walked out the front door into the cacophony that is midtown New York City.There's nothing like it. All senses are engaged when roming--ahem, I mean ROAMING--the streets of New York City. It's easy to . . .
The good old days weren't so good for these people. THIS (click the word) very powerful piece referring to the Mad Men nostalgia craze and why "the greatest generation" wasn't ran on Gawker on June 27. The writer is bothered by our rosy, nostalgic picture of the past and points out many of the . . .
We're a society that sees only black and white. Like, for example, when we want to kill mothers who kill their children, without any thought to how absolutely batshit crazy a woman has to be to kill her own kids. We treat them as if they're hit men or criminals, when really, they're horribly insane . . .