Family Jewels
With two big moves under Mom’s belt, she’s unwillingly parted with many treasures. Growing up, nothing was disposable (talking to you cloth diapers). Saying farewell to an antique piano struck…
I Put The “Pro” In Procrastinate
I’ve been meaning to write this blog on procrastination, but it took months to get down on paper. I dilly dally on the daily, leaving the big fish floundering on…
A Penny Saved Is…Worthless
Have you ever noticed, when a guy flips a quarter, he always asks for head? In the same vein, after years of penny pinching, it no longer make sense to…
Pro Tips From An Old Broad
As a newly ordained 60-year-old, I’m brimming with Obi-Wan Kenobi wisdom. Nuggets, like the dark side has better weed, and I'm pretty fly for a Jedi. 1. The best way…
Would You Date Yourself?
If I had a nickel for every time I’ve been asked if I’m dating, I’d be a wealthy woman. The first time this question was posed, my husband had passed…
Your Mane Reproductive Rights
Imagine finding yourself in desperate need of a haircut, but you’re forbidden to touch your luscious locks. Well, what the fuck, you’ve had access to a barber shop for the…
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…
