I worry too much about other’s feelings. And it’s usually the person I should be thinking about the least, like the bank teller or the person in line in front of me in a store. Not that thinking about others is wrong, but there is a built-in hierarchy of people I should be concerned about. […]Read more "People Pleasing Party Person"
I turned 50 last week. I wanted to equally forget about the milestone and commemorate it appropriately so I assembled a small army of 6 other women and went to New Orleans. I figured that this city had enough distractions for an aging lady and I needed a place where I could bring a drink […]Read more "The Old Bag in The Big Sleazy"