I just ordered a bathing suit.  It’s still February and I’m looking at swimwear.  I do this every year.  And every year, I pass on the opportunity to clothe my body for a season of …

Yes they do. Every day. In almost every way. This, as much as used-up eggs and hot flashes, seems to be a fact of my midlife.
Once, in my glory days, I could …

Wanted: one taser that works through the television.  If I had had my hands on such a thing last night while watching the Newshour on PBS, I would not have suffered such a migraine headache …

The sideboob & underboob article is a debate that I’ve been kicking around for a while now with friends.

“Patricia Highsmith….lost her form. The problem wasn’t the supposed confines of crime writing, but her increasing refusal–in love and in work–to let a relationship happen. And art is always about relationship–to the material, …

I watched Men of A Certain Age last night for the first time.  That may be because last night was the first night it was on.  Or maybe I’m just a late bloomer, being all …

I can see How To Save Your Own Life on the bedside table of someone who likes to fall asleep at night with something spiritually-provocative on their mind

Okay, gather ’round while I give you The Secret…

Next year at BWE10, I suggest that, at the least, the beer be icy cold. Oh, and a couple of near-naked dudes be sent to the various venues wander around for the viewing pleasure of the ladies. Is that too much to ask?

It’s a love story between a father and his sons….It’s about family in all its messy glory when each member is valued as an individual. It’s about males without women but not in a way that demeans either gender.

This is a post from ByJane, circa early Spring 2007.  I’m reposting it as an hommage to Jessica Gottlieb’s recent musings about French Pedicures.
I know it’s still winter in the rest of the …