Choose Your Battles Wisely
"Help me, help you. Help me, help you. Help ME help YOU!" I silently thought as my mother-in-law insisted she'd take out her own trash. (This phrase is my most recent mantra from the movie, Jerry McGuire. For me, it's almost a prayer.)
That Damn Hat!
I know my husband loves that funky, sweaty baseball hat, but please, there comes a time when man and hat must part company and I think we've reached that moment. (This feels a lot like when my kids had to say good-bye to their binkies, but didn't do so without a a fight.) The truth is that no matter how well loved or attached we are to our "security blankets," it's important to recognize when to let them go . . .
I've Got a New Boyfriend!
Just between close friends, is it wrong to have a crush on another man after nearly three decades of a fulfilling and happy marriage? I mean, he's young, he's cute, he's accessible, and he's prompt - what more could a girl ask for?
Maybe there's no law that says ice cream makes almost everything just a little bit better, but it does, so I'll be the first to admit that I've had more than my fair share of mocha chip this past week.
"Your dog's in a lot of pain," Dr. Fine kindly explained, "and there's no easy answer."
Planes, Trains and Automobiles
Jill headed back up the mountain to Tahoe to retrieve her car yesterday.
After catching a ride to the Hyatt Regency Hotel in Incline from the South Shore last Friday afternoon, we waited for several hours before finally being told by the mechanic, "Well, I guess that wasn't it; but I won't be able to figure it out until Monday when I can get other parts from my supplier." (Say what?)
Julie Gardner, has been writing The Perspective for 18 years and has published more than 670 essays on life and real estate.