I remember the day, oh, 30 something years ago, I was making a sales call to Harris-Lanier. My hope-to-be-client asked if my company had a fax machine yet. “Nope!” I proudly answered. “I believe in face-to-face customer service.” At the time, Coca-Cola was a client and I bragged that I
A dear friend assembled a group of us for dinner the other night. Most of the gals in this group are going through the same stages I am – the empty nest, post menopausal, midlife crisis, omg-now-what? syndrome. Most are traveling through it with much more grace than I am,
I am so excited I can hardly breathe. It’s Friday night, April the 8th and I just got back from doing my first trial walk. As many of you know, I plan to go back to school this summer at Parsons in NY and walk every square mile of Manhattan
I CAN’T REMEMBER by Paul McDonald Yeah, I choked up this morning as I walked out my door. It’s been the same routine for years now and it’s time I let it go. It’s sad enough to leave a place I’ve grown to love. But, I can’t take the same
A chain letter came across my email a few years back, asking us to name the 25 things that most identified us. Here are mine: 1. Although I dearly love Atlanta, I’d love to live in NYC at least for a year. 2. My favorite art form is graffiti. When
I have to laugh. When I tell friends about my trip this is, by far, the comment I hear most often: “A whole month B Y Y O U R S E L F in that apartment!” Imagine: One whole month. Thirty days. Thirty nights. No husband. No children. No
a little less than 90 days out: – fix my camera. My sister gave me a great camera a few years back. It has a video feature in it, plus a zoom lens. A lot of folks have recommended a Flip camera, but it doesn’t have a zoom feature. I
When a group of us gals got together for one of Tavey’s Enneagram classes, “Set Your Intentions” we were instructed to grab a magazine, scan its pages, and pull out things that interested us. We were given a small piece of poster board on which to assemble our finds. Here’s
As I mentioned in one of my previous writings, I took my son to New York just three months after 9/11. I remember asking friends if I should expose a ten-year-old to such a fresh visual reminder of horror. You see, my son is an avid historian. In my heart
I had dinner earlier this week with two of my good friends. Both were full-time moms whose last child had just left for college. Their families were feeling the pinch of the economy and they were lamenting the fact that they had very few options for re-employment. ‘I’m so old.’
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