I'm On A Diet. It's Very Strict:

With A Stretch Belt, Anything Can Be A Dress - A Dinner Napkin, A Tablecloth, Even A Towel. Just Wrap And Snap, And Away You Go In An Incredible Outfit. Another Plus Is That The Belt Will Pull All Eyes To Your Lovely Curves, And They Even Look Good Around A Coat Or A Jacket.

In Moments When I Question If I Should Be Having Kids, I Think Of All Those Phone Calls From My Sister-in-law, In Which, 3,000 Miles Away, I Hear My Nephews Screaming For Her Attention. I Tell Her I Have To Go Because I Am Packing To Leave For Europe, And Her Tone Flatlines: "that Must Be Nice."

There Is Something To Be Said For People Who Have To Work Hard, Be Creative, Produce What They Have With Little - Or No - Means. Those Of Us From Poor Homes Have The Advantage Of Thinking For Ourselves And Of Knowing That When Times Get Hard, Things Could Always Be Worse.

I Support Love Any Healthy Way You Can Get It.

I've Belched A Lot More Since I Had Gall Bladder Surgery. I Don't Know Why.