Snails — they’re not just for L’Escargot, anymore!
I love to read about new trends in beauty. Especially since one of my goals is to age in reverse. Sounds crazy, I know, but think of the possibilities! My own YouTube channel. Podcast. Talk show. And maybe, just maybe, my MIA manager will sell my best screenplay, the one covered with a year’s layer of dust.
Hey, I could be a freakin’ influencer!
Yeah. And Trump will pay his back taxes.
All that aside, I do believe that having the kind of skin that belies our age is achievable, without breaking…
It’s just a little prick.
Hello, fellow scribes. Just wanted to check in and report that I’ve had my first dose of the Moderna vaccine and it was a piece of cake. Red Velvet cake. Mmmmm. Or Red Velvet Bundt cake, like my friend Suzanne V. Tanner whipped up for her and her man.
When I say this was a “little prick,” I”m not kidding. Compared to this, losing my virginity was…well…now that I think about it, he was a little prick, too.
Anyway, there’s nothing to fear. There was no pain. I’m not in pain now, and I don’t…
I’m girding my loins for V-Day.
Due to a stroke of luck and thanks to my sister, my husband and I will be getting our first dose of the Covid-19 vaccine, today.
She’s a hiring manager at a large, upscale grocery chain where they’re administering the vaccine and secured a slot for us. I’m very grateful and also feeling a little timid, I won’t lie.
From what I’ve read, side effects vary for everyone. I’m expecting anything from soreness and swelling at the injection site to full-on flu symptoms. But that’s okay! It beats the hell out of getting…
I am tired. So very, very tired. Tired of the sameness of my days and nights. Tired of nothing going my way. Ever. Tired of never being touched, or heard, or really seen. Tired of dreaming of the impossible. Tired of the dreary monotony that is my life. Most of all, I’m tired of the pain. So why should I get up today? Or, ever?
A couple of days ago, as I was cleaning up after the tumult created by getting two of our floors replaced, I tuned into CNN, as a kind of “white noise” in the background.
Vertigo. Stomach upset. Lightheadedness. And a feeling that I’m stuck in a “damned if I do, damned if I don’t” mode.
I haven't “enjoyed” my usual nightly schooners of wine in four days. I decided that I want to take a break. Note, I didn’t say “quit,” as I only set myself up for failure when I make such pronouncements. I’m hoping some of you understand this.
For once, I was truthful with myself and had to face the unfortunate reality that sucking down enormous quantities of an alcoholic beverage, even one made from grapes…would ultimately be injurious to my…
Looking to unify a nation
Note: This story was written by my husband, Jack McGuinn, who is not a regular writer, here. As a screenwriter, I believe it is a timely and uplifting message and wanted to feature it on my home page.
Hello from the Heartland. I am writing to share an idea with you. While it’s probably hopelessly naïve, I firmly believe it has merit.
It doesn’t require a political scientist or man or woman of the cloth to understand that our country has become seemingly hopelessly divided at this time. Whether it be in a blue or…
Whole lotta bangin’ goin’ on.
Not that kind of bangin,’ guys. Damn! Can you please stop thinking about sex? 😉
I’m talking about the sounds that carpenters make when they’re tearing the shit out of your home. As in our home. We’re replacing our kitchen and family room floors and we’re in for three days of FUN!!
No walking around in my undies, aka, my workout attire. No grabbing a snack out of the fridge whenever the mood strikes. No freedom.
I’m stuck in the basement. My husband’s stuck in our home office. And our cats are stuck in the…
20% cooler and 80% dumber
I’ve always been a late bloomer, hence the fact that it’s taken over two years for me to realize that I’ll never be a “player” here, or on News Break, or any similar platform. There’s no rhyme nor reason for it, and I can only conclude that the editors, on Medium, at least are not a fan.
I can’t help but wonder why. My five bucks are in the till every month. I’m sufficiently thankful and obsequious when the situation calls for it. …
I’m a woman. With a vagina. And I can say, without a shred of doubt, that there is precious little that is outwardly appealing about the gash betwixt my legs. It has nothing to do with my age, body shape, political sensibilities, or genetic extraction.
I can keep my vagina fresh and clean, trimmed and neat, but it will never be a thing of beauty. Certainly, many of you will disagree, but tell me, would you rather gaze upon a kitten, or a vagina?
Yes, it is a miracle of architecture in that, when treated “right,” the vagina can be…