If The Devil Had Menopause

When I am nervous, especially around doctors of any sort, I tend to gab.

New York City is a wonderland.

Sunday was not a day of rest. It was a combination of pain and pleasure.

Saturday dawned clear and bright. We enjoyed morning coffee on the patio as the sun rose. We quickly dressed in breakfast chic and headed to Palm Beach.

It’s better to look good than feel good.