Today is National Margarita Day. Considering my hometown—San Antonio, Texas—is renown for Margaritas and the best Tex-Mex food in the state, what kind of Texas girl would I be if I didn’t share my favorite Margarita recipes?
A couple of local Mexican food restaurants will tell you I like less Marg and more Rita!
I don’t have grandchildren. I’ll try not to sound triumphant here, because the word on the street is I’m missing out on something so huge that apparently it would be sacrilegious to admit I am immensely relieved I don’t have grandchildren.
My friends rhapsodize that grandkids are the babies you can spoil to death in a way you never could with your own. They tell me the relationship with an older grandchild is special because of the purity of the relationship. There are no issues such as discipline, clouding the fun and games of time spent together.
But what I hear is babysitting. Babysitting here. Babysitting there. Babysitting while the parents go on a vacation… instead of me.
People always ask whether to use heat or ice, and the honest answer is, for the most part, it really doesn’t matter. Neither is going to ruin the opportunity to heal or have a major effect on the outcome.
For most conditions, it’s about what feels best. Especially when it comes to chronic conditions, like arthritis, bursitis or tendonitis.
Fear dictates our feelings about a great many things, especially death and dying. Death is something we try to outrun our entire lives, but because we don’t keep our end time in sight, many of us don’t live our best lives.
I’ve already realized my biggest fears—my two husbands died and I’ve had cancer—so death holds no fear for me.
I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of the phrase “it girl.” It’s been around long enough, ever since Clara Bow was the very first “it girl” in 1927. Time for some “it women,” I say. The women I would classify as “it ” have every bit as much style and pizzazz as any “it girl.” And they have what many “it girls” don’t: the confidence that comes with experience and an understanding of who they are and what the world’s all about. They have personal style, but their style does not define them.
They are, as one friend said recently, “bien dans sa peau.” Comfortable in their own skin and in the world.
PHOTOGRAPH ©BRENDA COFFEE, 2018
Over margaritas and quesadillas my girlfriends and I reflected on some of the difficult times in our lives. Referring to a particularly stressful time one of my friends matter-of-factly stated she’d “lost her glue,” to which I replied, “I can identify. My glue died,” referring to my husband, James. While our individual stories prompt serious conversation, the real question for all of us—at one time or another—is how do we change what’s not working in our lives?
How do we get our mojo back? More importantly, how do we become our own glue?
Because this is the third time in six weeks I’ve posted something about shoes, you may be thinking I have a foot fetish or at the very least… a shoe addiction. I don’t. In fact, I bet I own fewer shoes than any woman you know. It’s not because I have such great shopping willpower but because I can’t find shoes for my painful, skinny feet. Out of the shoes I have, only half of them—five pairs—are narrow enough and/or comfortable enough to wear.
The rest I keep boxed on the shelf for nostalgic reasons like…
Photograph via Firmdale Hotels
How many of you’ve had high tea at the Whitby Hotel in New York City? If you’ve never been, put it on your list of things to do the next time you’re in the city. Many of the patrons are familiar faces who’re uber chic and discreetly seated at corner tables. Since my lunch date had to cancel, I went alone and incognito as my fashion icon, Rene Russo’s character in The Thomas Crown Affair.
Many women wouldn’t dream of going somewhere, alone, especially someplace chichi like high tea at the Whitby, but go girlfriends!
CAROL DIETZ, PHOTOGRAPH ©BRENDA COFFEE, 2018
Carol Dietz is creative–until recently she was the former Art Director at The New York Times–and has a strong sense of individuality. As I sat across from Carol at the Roman and Williams Guild Cafe last Saturday, there were moments when I was certain someone would ask for her autograph but then, New Yorkers are great about giving celebrities their privacy. While my photographs don’t reflect all of her doppelgänger expressions, much of the time she could pass for Diane Keaton.
So much so the store owner at one of our stops kept looking at Carol and asking, “Are you sure you’re not her?”
Darlings, I don’t know about you, but, when I come home from a cold winter day, I want to wrap myself in warmth and relax with the things that make me happy. At home I’m not so worried about being fashionably stylish. I want to feel contentment and comfort. I want to sit by a crackling fire, enjoy a warm beverage and let the day’s craziness drift away.
The Danish even have a word for just that feeling: Hygge, pronounced “Hue-gah,” the art of creating joy and coziness in life’s everyday moments.