I could almost be a lesbian. All except for the sex, that is. That’s a deal breaker for me. But other than that, I could totally be one.
You might be wondering where I’m going with this, so I’ll explain. Continue reading
I could almost be a lesbian. All except for the sex, that is. That’s a deal breaker for me. But other than that, I could totally be one.
You might be wondering where I’m going with this, so I’ll explain. Continue reading
This week, when my younger friend Hilary told our ladies’ tennis group she needed “less mature” friends because we oldies are struggling with injuries, I quickly fired off an email to that healthy show-off, explaining what she’s missing by not being an interesting 50+ year old…
My “young” friend, HilaryMy Dearest Hilary,
Let me set you straight. Younger friends are boring. They have nothing to complain about as far as body parts aching. What is there to discuss if you have no wrinkles and therefore can’t debate the best ways to disguise them? What could possibly replace the topic of whether it’s better to use a color rinse or permanent dye when trying to cover gray hair? Continue reading