Some time ago I was at a Canyon Ranch Spa with my friend Adrienne who owned a better bra fitting boutique in the Midwest. When she saw me wearing a Prima Donna bra with (I won’t admit what brand) cotton panties, she almost had a heart attack. Dismayed, she could not believe that I, a proponent of upscale intimates would not be wearing matching underpants. This conundrum has confronted me multiple times when generous vendors … Read More
Traveling along Interstate 40 from Sedona to Albuquerque, we stopped in the tiny town of Winslow, Arizona for breakfast. Dry, barren of vegetation and slightly depressed, this enclave was located off the highway on the old Route 66, once known as the Main Street of America. Void of traffic, the town seemed deprived of opportunity and store fronts were vacant. It struck me how the super highway that had been built to ease my journey … Read More