When I was a teenager, ripped jeans were either pitched or patched. I remember one pair of jeans I had (we all had one) that were perfect. They were Jordache, and they were ridiculously soft from so many washings and fit just right. Because I wore them and washed them…
Introverts are a special breed. I should know since I am one. Given a choice between going to a party and staying home by myself with a good book, I’m choosing the book almost every time. Or I might just take it with me and find a quiet corner. I…
We’ve all heard the jokes about memory getting worse as we age—putting things in a safe place only to forget the safe place, walking into a room and forgetting why we’re there, losing our keys when they’re in our hand or our glasses when they’re on our head. I have…
