“What to wear...?” It’s an age-old dilemma. It strikes at a moment’s notice, as we’re preparing for that next black-tie charity event or a night on the town. We critically examine our closet, hoping that something new and wonderful will magically appear. More often than not, we settle for what’s there...
Love is in the air. Cupid is close by, ready to pounce on ordinary men and women and fill our heads with romance. Bed and breakfasts are being booked, roses ordered, chocolates chosen and diamonds boxed for that special occasion.
Have you noticed? Complete strangers are greeting you with smiles. Your neighbors are walking around with a spring in their steps. Normally harried coworkers are taking time to pause by the water cooler, their conversations punctuated by “iPod nano” and “TMX Elmo.” It must be the holidays...
I recently came across some extravagant items for the home. Now these weren’t the usual little splurges that you might pick up because they exactly match your walls or your dinnerware. No, these were all-out declarations of wealth and status.
I have friends
who have a passion for fashion. In other words, they’re shoppers. They think
nothing of hopping in a car and doing the statewide mall circuit.
The Promenade in Cherry Hill, the Flemington Outlets, the Mall
at Short Hills and Harmon Cove in Secaucus...
Ah,
the Good Ole Days. Every generation has them and
it seems every generation is convinced that their’s
were the best there ever was. Good Ole Days are a mental
museum of happy memories, of sights and sounds and tastes
that said, “It can’t get any better than this.”
You just
can’t hide anymore. It’s just not possible. Wherever
you may travel, wherever you may roam, that cell phone makes
you reachable at the touch of a button. And lest you decide
to forgo this ubiquitous technology, there’s instant
messaging...
Bright ideas
are often hatched in strange places. In my case, it wasn’t
a hi-tech research lab or some corporate think tank. And it
wasn’t in a boardroom in front of a panel of experts
giving me all the reasons why it wouldn’t work...
I really
believe that when our founding fathers decided that elections
would take place in early November, they had the foresight
to know that the holidays that followed would allow for healing
after hard fought campaigns...
Greetings of
the season. Or should that be “Season’s Greetings?” Because
the mall would have me believe it’s already Halloween.
And if that’s the case, then Christmas is next week...
