Beauty School Dropout

The Italian Mammas at my children’s school are all extremely glamorous.  They’re thin - none of them look as though they’ve ever consumed a slice of pizza, let alone an entire Hawaiian washed down with several beers.  They dress in high heels and their designer label clothes are chic and tailored.  Their hair is coiffed,… Continue reading Beauty School Dropout

Dear Class of ’85

It’s been great fun to reconnect with so many of you on Facebook in the last couple of months.  Can’t believe it’s been nearly 30 years since some of us last met and I’m really looking forward to the reunion.  However, I’ve had a good nose flick though many of your photo albums and I’m… Continue reading Dear Class of ’85