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Give me fitness. Give me abs. Give me a Hawaii Chair.

Experts say it takes three weeks to turn a new behavior into a habit.  So if my past experience is a predictor, at two weeks into my New Year’s fitness regime I’m going to be, well, bored.  Cardio intervals? Yawn. Core fitness? Zzzzzz.  Eat less, exercise more?  What-EVER. Give me gimmicks.  Give me fads.  Give… Continue reading Give me fitness. Give me abs. Give me a Hawaii Chair.

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Jeans for Every Occasion. Seriously.

Ever since Jacob Davis and Levi Strauss invented them in 1873, workhorse blue jeans have been a part of the American landscape.  The advent of Lady Levis put them on the female fashion radar in 1934.  And we’ve had a love affair with all things denim ever since. Although we adore our brands with a… Continue reading Jeans for Every Occasion. Seriously.

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When The Girls Go South

I've been spending time playing with paint, paper and scissors which will play hell with my upcoming deadline. Because Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest aren't big enough Time Sucks in my life. So before I throw myself into a Writing on Deadline Frenzy, here's what I've been working on. It was inspired by a column about… Continue reading When The Girls Go South

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Coming Clean

As my mother and I watched TV one night in the early 70s, I never suspected that the Flip Wilson Show would change my life. As we tuned in and adjusted the foil-covered rabbit ears, the fuzzy image on screen became clear. It was Helen Reddy belting out I Am Woman, the anthem that encouraged a newly… Continue reading Coming Clean

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Lost – The Home Game

By the time I heard the refrigerator door open for the fifth time in less than a minute, I knew what was next.  Footsteps were heading in my direction, just like clockwork. “Mom,” Older Boy asked, “Where’s the ketchup?” There are only two possible answers to this question at our house – the fridge or… Continue reading Lost – The Home Game

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The New Rules of the Working Mom Reality – Part 2

Recently, I explained the New Reality of the Working Mom to The Boys.  But after a few weeks in the trenches, I realized I left someone important out of the mix.  Someone else who needs learn the ins-and-outs of the Working Mom World. That would be me. I’m a little out of practice. So to… Continue reading The New Rules of the Working Mom Reality – Part 2

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The Truth About New Car Envy

          My friend thoughtfully offered to give me a ride.  So when an unfamiliar car pulled into my driveway, I barely glanced up.  But there was my friend, smiling and waving, sitting behind the wheel of a brand new car. No wonder she was smiling. When I opened the car door,… Continue reading The Truth About New Car Envy

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The New Rules of the Working Mom Reality

                    Dear Younger Boy and Older Boy, As you may or may not have noticed, I’ve been at your beck and call for the last fourteen years.  I, your faithful indentured servant, have been available 24/7.  No lunch money?  I delivered.  Needed a ride?  I was… Continue reading The New Rules of the Working Mom Reality

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Still Holding On – and Holding

It was a simple question.  It should have been on the website.  It wasn’t.  So it should have been a quick and easy phone call.  Forty-seven minutes later, I realized I was in hell – that tortured no man’s land of a customer service phone call known as On Hold. So it was only fitting… Continue reading Still Holding On – and Holding