The morning started out with a slight breeze. The flag at the barn danced gracefully in the wind. The hay in the field gently swayed. A few leaves tumbled from the oak trees. Even the cows were blissfully unaware of the bad weather on the horizon. Lately, our local weatherman has consistently missed the mark…
After being side-lined for several weeks with every virus and bacteria known to the medical establishment, my first order of business was to continue my quest for a well-fitting bra. Once again, I made the long trip to the mall. Consumed by desperation and a bra with no support, I decided that maybe it was…
After going through BRAmageddon, I was feeling a little worse for the wear. Nothing will give you a case of the body blues, like bra shopping. It’s quite a downer, looking in the mirror at yourself, and seeing that your boobs look like ten miles of bad road because they’re all jacked up in an…
The bra situation has become desperate lately. Most have lost their powers of containment, and are tenuously hanging on by the last hook and eye. It was time for the “Try and Find a Bra Without Breaking Down in the Fitting Room” annual marathon. Bra shopping is one of my least favorite activities – it’s…
The Farmers in the Dell 