Jordache jeans, make me a woman. Please.

I did not have “the look.” But I knew I wanted it. The particular look in question was not explicitly spelled out in the early 1980s Jordache jeans commercial that started my frenzy of confusing “want” with “need.” Let’s just say it involved multiple women in some odd tube-top outfits carrying what looked like the…

Finders keepers

We just couldn’t move. There we were, lying on my sofa and on the floor, spread eagle, aching from limb to limb. Had we just completed a long run? Nope. Pushed a car uphill through a snowstorm? Guess again. We had just cleaned my basement. Before you jump to conclusions, I’m no hoarder. My basement…

Mommy poker

They were gathered around a large table at our local coffee shop, babes in arms or baby carriers, while toddlers played in the toy corner. A seemingly Rockwellian scene, but these mamas were playing for keeps. “14 hours. Did you hear me? 14! While he is reading a magazine.” In case you’re unfamiliar with the…