DISCONTINUED
It was a warm summer evening, fairy lights, champagne, hors d’oeuvres, lots of cool looking people. The kind of party that makes you feel almost cool yourself. So you go up to a cute stranger and cheekily say, “Hey, I thought I was the soul of the seventies.” He smiled, charmingly. “Actually I wasn’t even born yet.” Errr. And there you have it. I yelled at five kids in the supermarket yesterday. Luckily I live in Britain so the worst that could have happened is that I’


The Ninth Commandment
(Thou Shalt Not Bear falsw Witness) I’ve just served (if I do say so myself) a pretty great meal. I look at my husband in anticipation of a round of applause…. Silence. Jaw. Jaw. Actually, I didn’t just cook it, I marinated the hell out of that chicken, then sautéed, added chopped… Jaw Jaw. I prod: “So, are you enjoying the meal?” He glances up momentarily. “It’s great. All your meals are great.” Jaw Jaw Pointedly: “I was asking about this one.” (Oh oh, I’m starting to sound


Troglodyte
. (A Luddite is a person who isn't good with technology. A troglodyte is a cavema.) I like to think of myself as a digital kind of person. I love new gadgets. I’m excited about trying driverless cars. (Based on my driving they have to be a safe bet). I laugh at predictions about the future, Hey, I remember when they said that in twenty years there would be flying cars. And then they sent a new cable box. My husband is just the opposite. He’s been known to call me in Los


