When I Win The Lottery
When I win the lottery, and I’m talkin’ a big fat sum I’ll collect it in my Lambo, Gucci label on my bum No need for the annuity, print my…
Miss Independent
For the first time in 30 years, I’m living on my own. My daughter Abby packed up the umbilical cord and moved to an inner-city womb with a view. With…
Were They Really The Good Ol’ Days?
Nostalgia has a flair for tenderizing rough patches from our memories. Granted, my unlined face and elevated ass are fondly remembered by many, but truth be told, our glory days…
Swimming Upstream
Author Unknown Swimming upstream is not something many would choose to do, unless you were a salmon with damn good reasons for doing crazy things. Yet, many of us do…
Mom’s The Word
Mama Sangria is our biggest fan. She broadcasts our blog to every friend, cashier, and server in the tri-state area. She overlooks our trucker mouth tendencies. She reminds us to…
12 Things Wine Lovers “Don’t” Say
1. It’s not a party until the Mateus starts flowing. 2. I prefer my Chardonnay at room temperature. 3. Do you have anything smaller than a 5 oz. glass? 4.…
If You’re Cranky And You Know It, Stomp Your Feet
It’s fascinating to watch men soften as they age. We’re not talking wood here, we’re talking teddy bear temperament. And here I sit, all crotchety and cantankerous. PMS rage has…
Divorce…The End Of An Error
In our early years, the running joke was if one of us left the marriage, you had to take the kids with you. The thought of single-parenting toddlers kept us…
The Pursuit of Happiness
As I lounge on my beach chair, sangria in one hand, paperback in the other, a line jumps out at me. “On a scale of 1 to 10, how happy…
