Category: Hartford Courant

  • Last Word: One Flu Over The Cuckoo’s Nest

    It happens at least once a year and I can almost always tell it’s coming by the anxious and questioning look on his face when he says “Hon…?” I wait for it. “Why am I sick?” After nearly three decades together, I’m still not sure if my husband actually wants me to answer this with…

  • Menopause and Memory Loss: When It’s Time To Worry

    The late British actor and comedian Norman Wisdom perhaps said it best: “As you get older three things happen. The first is your memory goes … and I can’t remember the other two.” It’s an amusing quote, but one that also hits home for any number of older adults who, along with needing reading glasses…

  • Here Comes The Mother Of The Bride

    Do you take your daughter, the future bride, and promise to love her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, as long as you both plan for this wedding? Yes? Great. Then, with the power vested by the engagement, you are now pronounced Mother of the Bride. Weddings are both exciting and stressful,…

  • Pretty Maids All In A Row: Bridesmaids Dresses No Longer Cookie-Cutter

    We’ve all the seen the disturbing photos. Like evidence from some sort of fashion crime scene, they are images of women wearing frozen grimaces, shellacked hair, and uncomfortable bouffant dresses in cotton candy pink, some even with matching lace umbrellas. For years, bridesmaids just had to grin and wear it, no matter what gown the…

  • Five Stars: How Destinations Really Earn Their Ratings

    It’s lunchtime on a warm day and “Abby” is seated in a booth at an upscale West Hartford restaurant. She scans the menu for dishes she hasn’t already tried before a waiter, who has no idea that she’s anything but a casual diner, comes by to take her order. Like many of her restaurant visits,…

  • Last Word: Snowpacalypse Now

    Most days I enjoy going to the grocery store about as much as I like scooping the litter box. With both, I’m required to use cheap, plastic bags that allow everything to dump out of the bottom, and whatever I end up picking out is almost always something I don’t want. That probably explains why…

  • Jingle Bell Rock: Holiday Music Is More Than Just Background Noise

    It’s around lunchtime at Ocean State Job Lot in Bloomfield and Bill Haley & His Comets are rockin’ around the Christmas tree as holiday shoppers push their carts up and down the aisles. Most of them appear grimly determined to accomplish whatever it is they’ve come for. But a few others seem to be in…

  • Is It Time To Replace Your Old Ski Gear?

    As chilly November days give way to snowy ones, it signals the start of ski season. For a lot of folks, that means rummaging through closets and basements to break out gear that hasn’t seen the light of day in months, sometimes years. If you’re one of them and you’ve owned your equipment since VHS…

  • Learning to Ski Later In Life

    Like riding a bike, skiing just seems to be one of those things you either learn as a kid or you never learn at all. But that doesn’t have to be the case. Plenty of people successfully learn to ski later in life, including Ginny Ludwig, who picked up the sport for the first time…

  • Driving Alone On A Winter Night With Echos of The Lasts

    The tires of my Ford Escort crunched on snow-packed roads while the defroster rattled in a futile attempt to melt the fractal ice collecting on my windshield. It was close to midnight on Christmas, 1985, and I was returning home after dropping my boyfriend off at his house. The welcoming smell of a wood stove…