Tennis is Better than Prozac
Last month, on Thanksgiving Eve, I get this text from my friend Nancy: “Happy Thanksgiving Tangin!! (my tennis nickname due to my tan). Are you... Read More
I’m Losing My Shit
There aren’t many situations more terrifying than reaching into your bag for something you know is not there. In the past week, on separate occasions,... Read More
Lisa Rinna Is My Hero
I started the New Year horizontal, felled by the flu and/or exhaustion. I suppose this is my excuse for watching the Real Housewives of Beverly... Read More
