The Tipping Factor

It's that time of year again—Black Friday has come and gone, the economy has been declared on the mend (perhaps prematurely, but the hope is we've seen the worst of it) and purse strings are loosening a little bit.  If you normally gift the people who are helpers, caregivers or who take care of your beauty and…

Expressly Yours

It’s six thirty on a week night, you’ve worked through lunch and you want to throw dinner together quickly. You grab the four items you need to make your signature 10 minute pasta, rush to the Express line….and wait for 10 minutes. Because the person in front of you decided to put all 38 of his items on the…

Pressed for space

Maybe it's something in the air, maybe the alleged beginning to the recession's recovery is making people feverish to go out and spend money.  Whatever it is, they are hella anxious to grab a parking space.  Over the past week, I have seen three—count them, three—serious set-tos in parking lots.  Person A is waiting…

Pees and Queues

First of all, apologies to Seiko and anyone else who was offended at the title The Tao of Poo.  As a couple of you pointed out, it was indeed a riff on the bestseller, The Tao of Pooh.  As in Winnie The.  Which was in itself a homage to a series of Buddhist insights.  It was not intended as a dismissal of the…

An Affair To Remember

John Edwards' baby-daddy drama really makes you wish—aside from the obvious, that he'd been faithful to his wife—he was French.  All this would have been handled entirely differently.  Remember when Georges Pompidou died?  His wife and family were at his funeral of course— but so were his longtime mistress and the…