Hey! It’s summer. Time for a quick, refreshing rerun. I’m running this post again because . . . I can.  Listen, fall will be here soon enough. Too soon. Meanwhile, read this and see if you can’t feel the sun on your face and the sand beneath your toes, or vice versa, if that works for you. . . Life’s a Beach I love the beach,...

Where are you when: You wear your flashiest outfit and you are underdressed? The piano player arrives late but the party starts anyway? Your head is spinning and you haven’t even finished your martini?  You’re not in Kansas anymore. You’re at Moonstruck — on Halloween. “When Too Much is Not Enough.” So what’s a girl to do? Go...

Ain’t We Got Fun? Well, yes and no. Life these days hasn’t exactly been a cabaret, old chum. The death of one parent, taking care of the other, is not exactly something to sing about. Unless it’s I’ve Got A Right To Sing The Blues. You could also get . . . bitter, but where’s the fun in that? There’s a better way. Life IS A...

  . . . And then       you fry.   Unless you wear lots of sunscreen.                                I love the beach, really I do. But even I, sun worshipper that I am, and isn’t it...