I have small breasts and I cannot lie…I’m fine with it. While I wouldn’t mind rocking a small, gravity-defying bottom like Kate Hudson, or sporting sleek, toned arms like Michelle Obama, I like my itty-bitty boobs. Last week my friend celebrated her birthday by treating three of her friends to a spa day. During my Read More →

Some people call me Visa or Lira or Lina. My name isn’t difficult to pronounce; my handwriting is impossible to read. To refer to my pathetic penmanship as chicken scratches would be an insult to poultry everywhere. Growing up, my siblings and I turned our phone messages into a written game of charades. Did Kim Read More →

No matter how many “boost your memory” books I’ve read, I can’t remember people’s names. I may recognize a face but draw a blank on a name unless the person goes by “Hey, nice to see you” or “How’s it going?”  For years I’ve covered up my bad name recall and even limited my circle Read More →

My niece and her five-year-old friends gathered in a perfect circle in my sister’s family room, eagerly awaiting their dream fairytale character to arrive. Rapunzel made a grand entrance by gliding through the front door, her blond ponytail dragging behind her. The room of mini-princesses, dressed in frilly purple gowns and bright, sparkly shoes, cried Read More →