Blowout, Schmowout

Got my fresh back to school haircut today (yay!) and decided to let Ms. M, my hilarious Sicilian/Greek (how’s that for a nice, quiet house to grow up in?) give me a blowout. mimi is usually all about the curls, but today, why not something different?Know what? Me no likey. It feels fun, but MAN, is straight hair annoying. It’s In. My. Face. In my eyelashes. In my mouth. Hanging over...
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Now That’s What I Call Feminine Protection!

Now I’ve seen it all. Normally, the host hotel for RWA National commandeers a men’s bathroom to handle the high number of female attendees. I’ve always thought it was kinda cool to penetrate the inner sanctum in all its masculine glory. But not the Marriott Wardman Park. They were so kind as to arrange this:It’s not like we’re going to run screaming from the loo at...
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#writerfail Redux

For all I adore technology, I’m not a first adopter. It took a couple of years before I finally bought a cell phone, and I was practically the last person I knew to start texting. Although I belong to several email loops, I was a Facebook holdout until recently. I’m still on the fence about Twitter. After reading Jennifer Weiner’s post about Alice Hoffman and how not to use...
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Ten This Tuesday

Ten years ago today, at precisely 6:13 am, Miss Frack arrived in the world. That means today, at precisely 6:13 am, I became the mother of two children who are now in the double digits.She’s gorgeous, and I’m not just being a proud mama. She’s really objectively gorgeous–willowy, long legs, shining hair, bright smile. I wonder how many of us were gorgeous when we were ten...
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Threes

I guess today I can officially close the book on my youth. First Ed McMahon (how many years have I heard that voice?), then Farrah Fawcett (all the girls wanted her hair, all the boys just wanted her), then Michael Jackson (“’cause this is THRILLER…thriller night!”). Michael Jackson’s taking the most effort to process, though. He’s not that much older than me!...
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