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Monthly Archives: November 2016

Enjoy Your Scots Responsibly

Sharing a wee dram at the Highlander Fling at the Regal Community Theatre in Bathgate, Scotland with Outlander actors Scott Kyle and Stephen Walters, and Grammy-nominated Susan Boyle.    I read all eight of Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander books in 10 days. After the first one, I called in sick to work and crawled into my bed with a case of diet Coke and 6 packs of peanut butter cookies. At the end of number 8, when I realized that 1) there weren’t any more and 2) I’d have to shower soon, I posted my fate on Facebook. ME: Omg there aren’t any more Outlander books! I’m totally going to die! Friend: Watch the TV show until Gabaldon writes another one. ME: Show? SHOW??? There’s an effing SHOW? Yes, I am that girl who has 999 channels and…

Battle of the Bourbons

And, no, I don’t mean the French kings from two centuries ago. I mean the decadent bourbon choices I have this holiday season. Thanksgiving always reminds me of the long, agonizing night I spent in Kentucky with some backcountry hunters, hell-bent on shooting turkeys. I survived solely because of Four Roses Small Batch Bourbon and one strutting gobbler, hell-bent on escape. (Don’t ever stalk a turkey. EVER. Go buy one at Piggly-Wiggly and we’ll all sleep easier.) But the Bulleit Straight Frontier Bourbon is a mixologist’s dream, and does not cause recurring nightmares. The Buffalo Trace Bourbon, another fine choice, needs nothing more than a splash of water to achieve perfection. Bourbon cocktails and crisp autumn leaves go together like … well, like Christmas & Egg Nog, New Year’s Eve & Champagne, Monday & Jack Daniel&#8217…

Sex and the (Mature) Single Girl

  I’m not ashamed to admit it: I still read Cosmo. I am, however, ashamed to buy it in the grocery store. (They cancelled my subscription recently. Apparently my name came up on some AARP Wikileak.) So I send my daughter to buy it. Or I steal it from the manicurist’s waiting room. In the 1980’s, when I was a young woman just entering the world of adult dating, Cosmo was my secret goldmine of information. Sure, it was shallow and slick and a little too enthusiastic about casual sex. But where else was I going to learn how to Find the Perfect Little Black Dress! And How to Make the First Move! Best Sex Vacations! And of course, 15 Easy Ways to Make Him Fall for You! Despite the superficiality, Cosmo influenced my view of the world. When editor Helen Gurley Brown wrote…

Hurry Up! A Woman on the Verge in South America

One summer, I spent a month eating, drinking and hiking my way through three countries (Paraguay, Chile and Argentina). I learned how to order salad in Beef Country; I learned to stand my ground with Argentine taxi drivers; and most surprisingly, I learned how very American I am. When I am home in the United States, I tend to view myself as an outside-the-mainstream, unapologetic tree-hugger. I criticize my government freely and sometimes at great volume (see my “Dissent is Patriotic” bumper sticker). American Exceptionalism? Fie! When I leave the country, however, I am astonished by how very American I am: I value and guard my personal space. In Latin American countries particularly, people stand too close, touch me too often, expect me to share my table, my stories, my air. Once I was flying in cattle car from somewhere to Paraguay. (Seriously, the plane belonged to…