Once We Hit Forty, Women

Once We Hit Forty, Women Only Have About Four Taste Buds Left: One For Vodka, One For Wine, One For Cheese, And One For Chocolate.

I Am Constantly Surprised That The Simple Word 'feminism' Raises More Eyebrows And Initiates More Sad-faced Head-shaking Than Any Elaborate Stream Of Invective I Have Ever Leveled At Either The I.r.s. Or The D.m.v.

Laughing Together Is As Close As You Can Get To A Hug Without Touching.

Most Cooks Would Not, For Example, Prepare An Important, Elaborate, And Difficult Dish On The Back-burner. Neither Should We Relegate The Cultivation And Preparation Of Happiness For A Position Where It Is Both Hard To Reach And Difficult To Infuse With New Ingredients.

Although Fear In The Right Dosage And Under The Right Circumstance Protects Us ... Imaginary Fear Offers Straitjackets Instead Of Lifejackets, Nooses Instead Of Safety Nets.