Author Archives: Real Women

I enjoy accessorizing.  I don’t have the knack for changing my hand bag each day to match my attire, and I don’t have a flair for scarves.  But fun jewelry?  I’m all over it. Even more to the point, I … Continue reading →

Remember the word “hobby?”  Most likely, when you were a child, you had hobbies, things you liked to do just for the sheer enjoyment.  And, just as likely, you don’t have much time for those hobbies now. My advice:  if … Continue reading →

Real Women clean.  And we are good at it. Sure, there are some of you out there who (lucky ducks) have cleaning services who come to your homes weekly or occasionally.  But I won’t believe you if you tell me … Continue reading →

Anyone who knows me, knows I’m a list maker.  Through and through.  I sometimes wonder if I came out of the womb making a list.  It would have looked something like this: Day 3:  Cry  Eat  Poo  Sleep  Repeat I … Continue reading →

“My license plate says PMS.  Nobody cuts me off.”  – Wendy Liebman This wouldn’t be a blog about real women without at least one post about PMS. Besides, I’m the one currently in control of the keyboard, so come on … Continue reading →

I’m going to make the bold assumption that the majority of Real Women out there don’t go out to lunch every day.  As a matter of fact, I’m guessing the majority of you don’t even buy/order-in your lunch every day. … Continue reading →

“You better live every day like it is your last day, ‘cause one day you’re gonna be right.”  — Ray Charles Today’s topic will at first seem rather morose, but if you’ll bear with me, you’ll see where I’m going … Continue reading →

Some people socially smoke.  This has never been the case for me, as I’ve always been an avid anti-smoker. Some people socially drink.  Sure, I enjoy a few drinks with friends, but gone are my college days of drinking to … Continue reading →

One of my BFF’s daughters turned 16 today. Sixteen.  How is that possible already?  I told her that I remember so clearly meeting her for the first time at a new job, and she was pregnant with that same baby girl.   She … Continue reading →

I got my son off to school, went and worked a 9-hour day (oh, wait, 8.5, I ran to the bank at lunch time), went for a workout right after work, then picked up a pizza for dinner. (Yes, I … Continue reading →