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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…

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…

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…

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…