It was just one errant grey wire poking through the brown, looking out of place — just one hair. But I was horrified.
There was no dress rehearsal for being single. Suddenly my co-pilot was gone and I was flying solo.
How exhilarating it must be to feel the fresh air moving across your skin as you run half-naked without fear of assault or arrest.
I think the all to common phenomenon of elder women feeling invisible is a symptom of the larger issues of…
I want a pair of wired granny panties that come with earbuds to track my pulse, hormones, fluids and temperature. The earbuds would whisper messages like…
Imagine grocery shopping on your hands and knees, walking home, and making dinner on your kitchen floor. My knees hurt just thinking about it.
I know I should fear an algorithm that doesn’t know the difference between rugs and shoes, but I’m addicted to eye candy.