Small Talk

For me, giving blood as an adult is like winning a beauty pageant.

I suppose a landscaper sees these things coming, but I tend to just hit the nursery and grab what looks pretty.

I stick with the classic rule suggesting you avoid discussing religion. Children, it seems, do not subscribe to such narrow conventions.

I need only walk out my back door to find gorgeous, vine-ripened tomatoes and it is bliss.

Right now, there is a growing presence of what I call the “Scarlett O’Hara Syndrome.” Given a choice, I would rather “think of it tomorrow.”

I have been driving a Toyota Prius since 2007. It was my first brand-new car, and it has been a love affair.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: To kick off summertime, enjoy one from the archives! While you may not see it on CNN, the Clothes Wars continue to rage

Try as I might, I have trouble getting enthusiastic over enormous quantities of any foodstuffs, except perhaps chocolate.

I’ve been feeling rather hip this week. I painted my toenails gray-blue.