A Few Things I've Been Thinking About 

At the beginning of every year, I choose a word. Not a resolution. Not a goal. A word that quietly becomes my companion for the year ahead.

This year, my word was Becoming. At the time, I thought I knew what it meant.

I imagined it would be about my work. Finishing the second edition of Wear Yo...

I invented a woman named Lola.

There. I've said it out loud.

At seventy-one years old, when most sensible women are probably doing sensible things, I created an alter ego. Her full name is Lola. She doesn't have a last name. Lola would probably tell you she's like Cher. One name is enough.

She ar...

It’s Stampede week here in Calgary.

The midway lights are glowing. The smell of mini donuts drifts through the air. Somewhere a country band is playing just a little too loudly, and parents everywhere are trying to keep track of children whose eyes are bigger than their attention spans.

Every year...

This week I made a small decision. Or perhaps it wasn't so small after all. After many years of wearing gel nails, I've decided to return to my natural nails. Not because there's anything wrong with gel nails. (The last thing any woman needs is another reason to feel like she's doing it wrong.) I...

 There was a time when a girl was expected to have a date to graduation. Not necessarily someone she loved. Not even someone particularly important. Just someone.

Because in my generation, arriving alone said something. Or at least we believed it did. A girl without a date risked looking unwanted, ...

It wasn't the clothes that changed her. It was what she was willing to trade to belong.

I watched the trailer for The Devil Wears Prada sequel and felt an unexpected rush of excitement. Not just because it looks good, although it does. Not just because of the nostalgia, though that’s there too. It ...