I grew up in a family of 3 girls, and we were all about the same size in our teen years. Doesn’t sound like such a big deal until you realize that we could wear the same socks, shoes, slips, dresses, etc. Perhaps this isn’t an issue for teenage boys, but for girls it is… Continue reading Whose Slip Is it Anyway?
“Don’t you want to know what I do?” I asked. “No”, he answered. “But what I do is who I am,” I replied. “Why?” he asked. “Because I’m important. I have status. My job tells you about me,” I declare. “I don’t care what you did for a living,” he responds. “In retirement, we all… Continue reading Retirement is a Dance