Women in their fifth decade often find themselves wedged, viselike, between two generations.
American Thanksgiving seemed to come suddenly this year, and I didn’t make plans until very recently, when a handful of my “orphaned” friends asked me if I was interested in having Thanksgiving with them, and I said, yes, of course, just tell me what to bring.
A search online for cheap, quick housing turned up a category that I never knew existed: roommates with benefits.
I’d never cooked a turkey or made stuffing in my life, but I figured it was nothing the Internet couldn’t teach me how to do.
Forbes named Birmingham, Alabama, the most affordable city in America in their list for 2015, and as a freshly-minted Birminghamite, I’d have to agree.
Money I spend to maintain my over-40 looks—even while realizing that I’m in pursuit of unrealistic standards of beauty.
A little more than five years ago, my half-Italian husband and I decided that in five years we’d move to Italy. Our reasoning was approximately: Because it’s there. Never mind that I spoke no Italian whatsoever unless it related to restaurants, musical terminology, or the libretto of an opera. I had five years. How hard could it be?
Imprimis Pharmaceuticals’ action amounts to a kind of charity, and charity, however welcome and important, can’t be counted on.
We all know that sea levels are rising, but the cost of food may be rising too. By how much?