The questions featured in this occasional column were written by actual people. Dear Savvy Sister, I loaned my best friend money about nine years ago – before I had kids – to get her car out of repo. She told me it was the bank’s fault. I also helped her get a different loan Read More
Did you read the first one? Here, I’ll give you a link. The GREATNESS, Part I Now you’re ready to move on. My friend and I were talking recently, and she lamented that she wasn’t doing more with her life. “I always swore I wouldn’t let myself be like my mother,” she said. “But Read More
The questions in this occasional column come from actual people. Dear Savvy Sister, I’m ready to change careers – any advice on how to make money on the west coast without selling my soul? Any contacts with any large foundations in CA? Sincerely, Floundering Attorney Dear Flounder, In my short adult life – because really, Read More
When I was a child, I wanted to be a cowgirl. I really wanted to be like Roy Rogers, and I watched his show every day. I DID NOT want to be like Dale Evans. I dreamed of having a horse like Trigger and a dog like Bullet. Dale Evans’ horse’s name was Buttermilk. Blah. Read More
The Diva and I went shopping yesterday as the final installment of her epic 4-day 10th birthday extravaganza. The last time we went shopping together, Hot Firefighter Husband interrupted us by calling to say he’d had an accident involving a BLANK and was in the hospital. This time he called to say he was at Read More
Hot Firefighter Husband has gingerly suggested that I focus more energy on being a housewife. I’ll pause for a moment while you retrieve your jaw from the floor. And now for the real shocker: I think he has a point. My suspicion is that he tired of searching through myriad laundry baskets for workout shorts, Read More
My trainer Son of Sam was a Mixed Martial Arts fighter before he broke his back and his neck and suffered a concussion that led to seizures then to brain surgery, all in separate incidents. But he’s fine. Just a little crazy in the head. Now he trains other men to have the same exhilarating Read More
If I didn’t write, I would shrivel up and die. That’s what’s known in writing circles as hyperbole. It’s one of the tools that writers (and people in general) use to get attention. First of all, the only way I’m going to shrivel up even a tiny bit is to stop eating so much, and Read More
Hot Firefighter Husband and I have been arguing a lot lately because I am residing in a mental valley. This happens when you suffer from depression; sometimes the stars are all aligned and the ocean’s blue-green tint makes your heart soar, and other times the color of the sea reminds you of the mold that Read More
The word hussy derives from the word housewife. Can you believe that? It was an alteration of the Middle English term housewif, and evolved to mean a mischievous, impudent, or ill-behaved girl, or a promiscuous, scandalous woman. Possibly both simultaneously. It’s a reminder that wives once were viewed as property, or investments. Bargaining for a Read More
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