Two things I do for maintenance: I get a manicure once a month, and I see my therapist about every six weeks. I am happy to report that, at this point, my nails crack more often than I do.
I passed my classes because I displayed effort, not because I learned math. But how can we help young people understand life rarely gives partial credit for effort, especially if that effort doesn't lead to understanding or success?
The '60s had edge; the '70s had embroidery.
Here's something women need to stop doing to other women: We need to stop asking each other to lower our fees, cut our rates or work for free because we're members of the same sex.
I see taking care of my emotional and mental health in the same way that I see taking care of a garment: After it's been through wear and tear, it needs attention.
If you believe that your best years are behind you, you've guaranteed they are; I'm going to dance into that good night, with the oldies turned up loud.
Laughing together is as close as you can get to a hug without touching.
Love is inconvenient. Love is untidy. Love is relentless, ruthless and rapacious. Done well, it's hilarious, playful and redemptive.
My mother thinks Mick Jagger is a foreign car.
I'm pretty much done with mindfulness. I'm just going to start paying attention.
My longing to improve my looks via The Body Shop is being replaced by my longing to improve my looks via Photoshop.
My cat is older than many fashion models. I won't even discuss the fact that she also weighs more.
We should learn to take genuine pride in a job well done and not expect praise for one simply carried out.
